DEMON SLAYER

Sometimes it’s not your company or product that needs attention, it’s you. Personal-damage-exorcism has been a big part of my life for about the last decade, so I’m all crushy on it, and like to over-share about what I have learned.

I’m not sure how much deep, spiritual wisdom I have to impart, although I did, rather unwillingly, embark on my very own vision quest around 2004, and it taught me a lot.

The short version: Some effed up shiz happened and I got a soul makeover.

The slightly longer version: I was a piece of work as early as I can remember. I overdosed on baby aspirin when I was 4, (Not to hurt myself. They were yummy. I got my stomach pumped.) I ran away from home at 5 (a.k.a. Hid under my bed ALL DAY, forcing my parents to enlist the help of everyone on the block, and the police, to comb the neighborhood in search of me.)

I streaked at 7, lit a graveyard on fire at 8, bloodied the nose of every boy on the block at 10, got drunk and did cartwheels – in a dress – at a wedding – at 12, got pregnant at 15 (and 17), had a kid at 18…

BUT BECAUSE I WAS A BAD ASS AND DIDN’T WANT TO BE A STATISTIC…

I enrolled at the U of M, even though my high school guidance counselor told me I was only qualified to be a beautician or crane operator, (which was an insult to beauticians and crane operators), got my dream advertising gig at 23, bought a house at 25, got the attention of some big shots in LA at 29, moved there, hated it, moved back at 32, got married, had a couple more kids at 34 and 35, and life was good…

BUT BECAUSE I THOUGHT I WAS TOUGH AND NEVER DEALT WITH MY DAMAGE…

I got divorced at 37 and became close friends with red wine and red wine and wed rine and…

THEN I GOT AN AMAZING THERAPIST…

I took her advice and went to AA at 40, I stopped compulsively running and started yoga, I stopped reading People and started reading Thich Nhat Hanh, I stopped fighting and started forgiving (especially myself), I learned I had a gluten intolerance at 42 and became obsessed with whole food and natural healing. I even went back to the U of M at 45 to finish the degree I left for my ad career in the 90s.

But mostly, I got real, ugly honest about who I was. (SHUDDER. LOOK AWAY. LOOK BACK. DIG IN. GROW!)

I don’t know everything, but I have a lot to say about the crooked path I’ve traveled.

And that, friends, is what this part of my site will be dedicated to. My healing…and yours. Peace
 
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