About a month ago I was sitting in the bowels of the Prudential Center Arena. In a slanted industrial room underneath the bleachers I met my fellow volunteer crew members. We were all ready to make this Tony Robbins event the best in the history of the Universe. At our first gathering as a team, we were all gifted the same blessing, “Do what you have to do to take care of yourself first.” I smiled; though my IBS is regulated, life still happens. It gave me certainty knowing that the expectation was to prioritize my wellbeing. It also made sense. How can we give our gifts to the world without vitality? Of COURSE we need to maintain our energy. But as the days went on I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I leaned in to connect with others in white squeaky fold-out chairs, and found so many of…

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#REALTALK I’m a hot fucking mess right now. I’m going to do that annoying “vaguebook” thing where I don’t give you specific whos and whats. As an apology, please accept this visual. I’m sitting on my big white Instagram-worthy bed surrounded by empty popcorn bags, uti-induced cranberry pills, toilet paper equally covered in tears and snot, pages on pages of purple-ink, and a calendar full of missed appointments and broken promises. I’m sitting on my big while Instagram-worthy bed thinking through this post with my very own sugar-induced headache. I’m sitting on my big white Instagram-worthy speaking the words of my heart, which feels like a broken love explosion. I’ve been everywhere in the last month, and therefore, I’m getting nowhere. My personal life went everywhere. And so much of my business feels personal; it’s easy to let those gray boundaries fade into nothingness. You KNOW me. I’m the self-proclaimed…

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I wrote this  a week ago. I wrote it when I was in the suck. I thought it was too much suck to post, but when I came back to it today it just felt like truth. So I’m doing that thing again where I step outside my comfort zone. The root of the root here is that we all have different times in the suck. This was my most recent. Mad love, J. March. Has. Sucked. So I’m sitting here telling you how March has sucked. Not my usual go-to, eh? I’m the self-proclaimed gal who loves growth, lives in gratitude, and looks on the other side of the coin. But you know what, sometimes life just knocks you down again and again and again (and again). I’m not immune. Some might call March just a test from the Universe, and sure, it is that. But, you know what else?…

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**Disclaimer || I’m not a medical professional. This is my story. This is my truth. I’m sharing what worked for me. That’s all.** I start this with an audible heavy sigh. This one feels gritty. This one feels unclean. This one feels dark. But the only way to get through the dark is to shine a light. So here we go. Let’s get out the camping flashlight – the one with megawatt brightness and massive battery power and shine some SOUL on this darkness. It’s time. *Shake it off, Jonte. Shake it out, Jonte. You can do this. This story is a gift. Write it as such.* I’ve felt the pull to write this one for months, but simply haven’t been able to pluck up the courage. But this story is crashing onto this web page like an avalanche. Maybe that reflection time — those months of avoidance — was…

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A few weeks ago I posted (or should I say boasted) that I hadn’t been sick in all of 2016! Despite the facts that I taught Kindergarten for 5 months, moved back home, traveled to Coach Summit + California + the Outer Banks, I hadn’t a sniffle or a sneeze. How BADASS am I right? [Insert rolling eyes emoji here.] Take a wild guess what happened at the turn of the new year? Yep. You got it. I got sick. OK. So how? My Dad is at home hacking up a lung, but I can’t possibly get sick, right?! So I pat his head (poor papa),  go out to lunch, and eat half of this piece of cake. And it was delicious. And I felt zero guilt. I did, however, notice symptoms the next day. It wasn’t because I ate cake. It was because I ate a high-sugar food, spiking my…

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