Hey beautiful souls! Coach Jo here, your Self-Esteem Queen, hype woman, and mindset BFF. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s that your mindset can either be your greatest cheerleader or your biggest roadblock. Think of it like your inner DJ, spinning tracks in your head all day long. If your playlist is full of “I can’t,” “I’m not enough,” or “maybe later,” you’ll be stuck in a loop of self-doubt and hesitation. But when your mental playlist shifts to “I am capable,” “I’ve got this,” and “today is my day,” suddenly life feels like a dance floor, and you’re moving with confidence, clarity, and joy! The magic isn’t out there somewhere, it’s already inside of you, waiting for you to hit play.

In today’s world, it’s easy to get swept into the whirlwind of responsibilities, deadlines, and the never-ending to-do lists. This is what many call living in the “masculine energy”, a state of constant action, planning, and pushing forward. While this energy is vital at times, staying in it too long can leave us feeling disconnected from ourselves, depleted in spirit, and hardened in ways that don’t serve our deepest desires. The feminine, by contrast, is not about doing, it is about being. It’s the energy of softness, intuition, creativity, and flow. It’s the part of you that receives rather than chases, that magnetizes rather than forces, that rests in beauty rather than burns out of control. Womb breathwork is one of the most enchanting ways to shift back into this sacred feminine space. Through breath, visualization, and presence, you can reconnect with your womb as a source of power and sanctuary, allowing your feminine essence to rise once again.

Grief is a journey that takes us through many layers of love, loss, and memory. Some days it feels heavy and raw; other days it softens into gratitude for the time we were blessed to share. Through it all, moments of connection and unexpected signs from beyond, tend to have a way of reminding us that love doesn’t end, it simply changes form.

When most people hear the word “mindfulness,” their minds instantly drift to images of sitting cross-legged on a meditation cushion, breathing slowly, or carving out quiet moments of solitude away from the chaos of life. And yes, those practices are powerful and deeply nourishing, but mindfulness is not meant to exist only in silence, away from the people we share life with. At its heart, mindfulness is about awareness, awareness of our breath, our body, our thoughts, and also awareness of how we show up in the spaces between ourselves and others. Relational mindfulness takes the inner stillness we cultivate on our own and carries it outward into our connections. It challenges us to not only be present with ourselves but to bring that same quality of presence, compassion, and awareness into our relationships. In a culture where attention is fractured, conversations are rushed, and genuine connection feels harder to come by, relational mindfulness feels like both a balm and a necessity. It reminds us that the health of our relationships shapes the health of our lives, and that presence is one of the greatest gifts we can offer the people around us.

We live in a time when division seems to seep into nearly every corner of our lives. The news cycle is filled with conflict, disagreements spread quickly across social media, and even conversations around the dinner table can feel like battles of opinion rather than moments of connection. It is easy to feel discouraged, disheartened, or even powerless in the face of so much polarization. But in the midst of all this noise and tension, mindfulness offers us a quiet, gentle path back to ourselves. It reminds us that while we cannot always control what’s happening outside, we can choose how we show up within. Even in a divided world, peace begins with the way we breathe, listen, and ground ourselves in the present.

From the time we’re young, we’re taught there’s a “timeline” that we’re supposed to follow...marry early, build your dream career while you’re still “in your prime,” and then retire peacefully once you’ve worked hard enough. But when you step back, you start to see how limiting that idealization really is. Not everyone finds love at the same time. Not everyone discovers their passion at the same stage of life. And not everyone becomes financially secure according to the world’s clock. Yet, we’re told that if we don’t hit these so-called “milestones,” we’ve somehow fallen behind. But honestly, according to who? And why do we care so much?  Life isn’t a race! Life is a journey, and trust me when I say this, but your path will twist, turn, pause, or restart whenever it needs to. That's kind of the beauty of life after all. 

As the leaves shift from green to gold and the air carries that crisp autumn breeze, there’s an invitation in the season to slow down, release, and realign. Fall isn’t just about pumpkin spice and cozy sweaters (though those are pretty magical too)!  it’s a season of transition, reflection, and empowerment.

I was 14 when the noise began. At 16, I was formally diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). But in truth, it started years earlier irrational fears that turned into patterns, ticks, and rituals that seemed impossible to escape. In 1999, a tragedy shook my small town when a school shooting claimed the life of a classmate and church member. That loss, paired with my already anxious mind, cracked something wide open inside me. My childhood fears found a new stage, and the rituals came roaring in. For me, it was the number five. Five turns of my school locker lock. Five times touching a doorway. Five times rereading a sentence or paragraph. The logic was cruel and relentless: If I don’t do this, someone I love—or even myself—will die. It was a living hell inside my head.

Have you ever woken up and thought, “When did I stop feeling like me?” It’s not that you’re broken, you’ve just been pulled in a hundred directions. Somewhere between the expectations, the “shoulds,” and the constant giving, you misplaced the version of yourself that felt grounded, joyful, and sure of her worth. That’s why I love the idea of a self-worth reset! Honestly, how does 90 days dedicated to peeling back those layers and returning to yourself sound?  This isn’t about changing into someone new. It’s about remembering who you’ve always been and living from that space

This weekend, my dad turns 70. Seventy years of life, stories, lessons, and love. It’s such a milestone and one that fills me with excitement and pride, but also a quiet awareness of how quickly life moves by. When my mum passed away in 2022 at 67, my perspective shifted forever. I learned, painfully, that time is not promised, and love is the only legacy that truly lasts. Losing her made me hold my dad even closer, not out of fear, but out of deep appreciation for the blessing of his presence.

If I had a dollar for every time someone told me I have “the patience of a saint,” I could probably treat us all to coffee and dessert. It’s funny, because while I take it as a compliment, there are plenty of moments where I don’t feel patient at all. I’ve had my share of silent “hurry up already” prayers, deep sighs, and moments where I’m tempted to roll my eyes so far back they might never return, and yet, somehow, I stick it out. I wait. I keep showing up, and honestly? That’s where the magic of patience lives.

Have you ever felt like life dropped you deep into a forest without a map, a compass, or even a decent pair of hiking boots? One moment, the path ahead feels clear and predictable… and the next, you’re tangled in the vines of “what-ifs,” “should-haves,” and “I-can’t-believes.” It can be overwhelming! The forest of life sometimes feels shadowy and endless, but here’s a little secret: it isn’t just made of darkness and unknowns. Hidden between the trees is magic, that is if you’re willing to slow down and notice it. In fact, getting “lost” in the forest of life might just be the very thing that helps you find yourself.