I know I said I needed a month but I couldn't wait!! We got our Beta Group and it fired me up!! So I am ready to release it to you, but before I do, I want us to meet on Zoom, make sure everyone is on Marco Polo, now while that is not a mandatory piece, I promise it is going to be an amazing piece of the journey. You will have a month to complete the 5 modules and spend some honest time with each one and then we will have a call and I will release Section 2!! Grab your boards!! Lets Ride! And if you missed out on this wave, there are more to come! weeeeeeeeeeeee

For years, I looked for something that wouldn't try to fix me. Wouldn't hand me a tidy 12-step plan to heal before lunch. Wouldn't rush me past the part where I was actually falling apart. When my life started dissolving, and it did, in that messy, raw, nothing-on-the-highlight-reel way, I didn't need another guru. I didn't need another app congratulating me for logging my mood. I needed something that would sit with me in the wave. So I made it. Emotional Surfing is twenty interactive modules across four series. Small, honest spaces where you get to actually bewith what's moving through you instead of performing okay. No wellness-algorithm journal prompts. No "just breathe and trust the universe." Real questions. Real pauses. Real room for the mess. Here's what's inside. Series 1, Foundations (Modules 1 through 5) How to Use the Wheel. Feeding vs Feeling. The Moment Sensation Becomes Story. Wait, What, Watch. Emotions as Messengers. Learning the wheel. Learning your weather. The basics of not drowning in your own feelings. Series 2, Going Deeper (Modules 6 through 10) The Seduction of Emotions. The Body Before the Story. The 5 C's. Understanding vs Experiencing. Hierarchy of Change. Under the surface stuff. The patterns. The stories. What's actually running the show. Series 3, Working With It (Modules 11 through 15) The Drama Triangle. States. The Canvas Beneath the Waves. Living With Intention. Meaning Making: How Emotions Get Built. Practice. Real-life application. What to do when it's 2am and the wave is here. Series 4, Living It (Modules 16 through 20) The Inner Production: Who's Running the Story. The Bridge. Chaos. Repair and Toolbox. The Art of Letting a Feeling Move. Integration. The shift from surviving your emotions to surfing them. Twenty modules. Four movements. One invitation. To stop performing okay and start being real. I just about have the first section ready. If you haven’t already and you want, let me know. This is a first wave beta. A small group walking through it with me, telling me what lands and what doesn't. Your honesty shapes what this becomes. You're not a test subject. You're a co-conspirator.

I want to share a quick update on how this first wave will work. Instead of meeting live, the sessions will be prerecorded so you can move through them in your own time. I am also giving you just the interactive slide deck. I want to see which version lands best. You’ll start with Module 1. After you’ve gone through it, there will be a short feedback form. Once you complete and send it back to me, I’ll send you Module 2. We’ll move through the rest the same way. This is a beta, so your feedback is part of the process. It helps me see what’s landing, what needs adjusting, and what wants more space before the next piece opens up. I’ll be working on getting these recorded over the next few weeks and am aiming to begin no later than June 1 but hopefully sooner. I’m tying up a few loose ends and honoring my capacity while also sticking to the plan!! As soon as Module 1 is ready, I’ll let you know and share it in the classroom. If you want to be part of this first wave, comment “wave” and I’ll add you.

When I read something a second or third time and it suddenly hits differently, it usually means I’m finally able to meet it with the part of me that’s been waiting to understand. That’s what this feels like. I was sitting with that idea from Owning Your Own Shadow — the way people hand their unclaimed parts to someone else and call it truth. I noticed how familiar that pattern is, not just in others but in the moments when I’ve done it without realizing. The book doesn’t name it as blame or projection in a psychological way. It frames it more like an exchange of what we refuse to carry. And when I let that in, it made me stop. I started to see the small ways this shows up: the sharp reaction that doesn’t fit the moment, the story someone insists you’re living even when it’s not yours, the heaviness you feel after a conversation without knowing why. It made me realize how often shadow-dumping masquerades as insight, feedback, or even concern. And how easy it is to take on what’s never been mine to hold. What’s landing for me now is the pause. The space between someone’s reaction and my willingness to absorb it. I’m noticing how different it feels to witness their shadow without becoming the container for it. There’s a steadiness there, a kind of inner knowing that says, this is information, but it’s not identity. You might notice this too as you keep reading — the way your body tells you the difference between what’s yours and what’s theirs, and the relief that comes when you stop carrying what was never meant for you.

Just recently, I started to understand what it means to feel gratitude instead of just think it. For years, I could list what I was thankful for, but some things—some people—stayed off that list. It started with breaking through the barrier that kept me from feeling gratitude toward my mother. For so long, I thought that would only come through forgiveness. But it wasn’t about that at all. It was about allowing myself to feel the sadness that lived underneath, the ache for what could have been, and the ripple of her choices that shaped so much of who I became. When I finally let myself feel that sadness without trying to fix it, something opened. Gratitude found its way in naturally, not as approval or excuse, but as a quiet acknowledgment of truth. The gratitude wasn’t for what happened. It was for my capacity to stay open in the face of it. That moment changed everything. Gratitude stopped being a mental exercise and became something my body could hold. It wasn’t calm or tidy. It was alive, tender, real. Reflection: What’s one place in your life where gratitude might be waiting beneath the sadness, not to erase it, but to soften its hold?