In fourth grade my teacher wrote, has potential on my report card. In third grade I got straight A's and the kids were mean to me. I talked too much. That was written on my report card too.

Too much for some. Too little for others. Always somewhere in the middle trying to be just enough for everyone else. I dated men I could control the outcome with because it kept me safe. Clocked in at Corporate America and let someone else decide how much my time was worth. I once told a guy I could run and that was obvious in the first 5 minutes trying my first uphill run.

This is the episode about the pretzel we twist ourselves into so that other people are comfortable. About where we hide our sexuality, shrink our power, and tone down our intensity because the room punished us for it.

You were never too much. You were never too little. You were always perfect.

What you desire wants you too. What if you already knew that with certainty? It's already yours, it's already here.

I bought a few Mercedes' over eleven years. Never posted a single picture of any of them. Not because I was hiding. Because they were mine. presence for myself, not performance for applause.

In this episode I am talking about quantum tunneling and why it is proven by science and physics, not woo woo. The $330 in DMV fees that were magically waived because I walked in already knowing. The house I bought 60 days after setting the goal as a single parent. The Restoration Hardware catalog I picked up in the mail room while my neighbor left it there because everything in it was too expensive. And what happens when you stop fighting the mountain and start feeling what is already on the other side of it.

At dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in San Diego, a multimillionaire woman across the table asked me - what is high maintenance? And I told her ,High maintenance means other people are uncomfortable with your standards.

This episode is for the woman who has been called too much, too intense, and started to believe it. We are talk about the patterns that are begging to be interrupted. The situation ship that keeps you hooked on one more hit of dopamine. A relationship where you make his needs more important than yours. The version of you that has been contorting herself to fit a room that was never meant for her.

We are also talking about what happens when you stop. When you walk in so anchored in yourself that the room has no choice but to calibrate to you. That is not high maintenance. This is just you coming home to yourself.