Coach. Teacher. Writer. Mama.
Fancy titles include Freedom Instigator, Joy Enthusiast and Fierce Love Advocate.
I believe in champagne, utter honesty and creating your own version of success.
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Jenna, Los Angeles, California
Writer, teacher, creative strategist extraordinaire with a penchant for personal development, day planners and dirty words.
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It’s totally bittersweet for me, but I think this was my most favorite week of the whole season! It was so much fun to see the questions my fellow Season 7 rockstars came up with and I had a blast answering them. You may learn a few things about me that you didn’t want to know and for that I don’t really apologize…I’m quirky and I’m told its a pretty lovable trait. ENJOY!
It’s funny what a little new-found self awareness can do for you. I have been a full-time freelancer for over three months now and I feel like I’m doing pretty well. It was something I worked toward for two years and it has its tough moments, but overall, it’s one of the best decisions I’ve […]
I know I can’t let fear rule my life. At some point I have to choose to jump into the unknown or remain in the same stagnant place I’ve been. I’m trying hard to work up the courage to jump because I really don’t want to be in the same place when November 2013 rolls around.
I want to be a model of a woman who loves herself, who finds joy in ordinary places, who celebrates her individuality – and I want to pay it forward.
Going to Los Angeles was my plan…I was going to move out there and write for sitcoms. That was all I cared about and I never considered love or starting a family or anything “boring” like that. Well, I have a funny thing to tell you, kids: Love always wins.
The best part about temporarily living in another country is that I’m surrounded by only the most essential elements– my husband, my computer, a camera, a few art supplies and an eighth of my wardrobe. There’s a strong sense of stillness, simplicity, and space– both physical and emotional– that brings my attention to what’s important. The downside to this is that I have nowhere to hide from myself, from the parts of me that I try to push down, that I don’t want to deal with.
I never pictured myself the entreprenurial type. The idea of striking out and doing anything on my own felt painfully uncomfortable. I don’t know anything about running a business. How could any take me seriously?
I’m a super rule follower. That’s probably why I ended up with a government major and a government job. The government provides tons of manuals and rules and requirements. You don’t have to come up with anything yourself. In fact, it would best if you didn’t.
Last May, I went to visit my amazing, go-getter of a friend who was working at a health clinic in Port-au-Prince, Haiti. I knew I would be spending some time with her but I also knew I had to visit some artisans in Haiti. Since I was still an AmeriCorps member and knew I’d have a while before returning to school I figured I might as well get a head start and conduct some independent research while there and see if this was indeed what I wanted to dedicate several years of my life to doing. That solidified it.
For the first time in years, someone saw me as the capable, intelligent, driven person that deep down I always knew I was, but that I had lost sight of during the disheartening process of having my résumé passed over several hundred times.
Some days I do well.
I take care of the house. Put away all the laundry. Plan dinner. Keep Kate happy. Take time to blog. Write. Think about me and my path.
And some days I don’t do well.