To Whom It May Concern, A Weekly Letter To YOU

I've been thinking of you lately.

Remembering how just a short time ago–we had so much in common.

It was probably in a stage that looked like 70 hour work weeks with Wednesday happy hours that started at 8pm and ended promptly at 1am.

Because–we loved to commiserate and celebrate. That was...fun? Or was it exhausting? Can't tell which.

Or it could've been in the stage where I was changing jobs as often as my underwear. Until I realized–it was me, not them.

Maybe it was in the stage where I admitted the stress and anxiety were holding me hostage. That was a relief.

Cue the yoga teacher training stage. To "make space". It may have been during the stage when Willie and I packed up our little, big city life and headed west. THE MOST WEST.

That was bittersweet.

Maybe you met me in the over-correction stage where I quit my career in corporate sales and became a yoga teacher because it was the last place that felt like home in my body and heart. Where I made my own peace and wellness the only priority. That was humbling. And necessary.

Regardless of where we met and which commonality we share, it was important. Every bit of it preparing me and you for growth. Each phase crucial to the process. Thank you for staying curious, because there's always more to come.

But for now, this letter–an update on where I've landed.

All of the above landed me in this place I call the Femme Dimension.

It's now my business and baby but before she was that, she was just a moment at the end of a decade of stages. One where I took inventory of the single dimensions that I had limited myself to for years. Believing that it was my duty to be the MOST driven, empowered, successful iteration or the MOST healthy, spiritual, and intentional–depending on which stage/dimension I was currently inhabiting. Wherever I was, I led hard with it and let the other dimensions live in the closet. There was no time, no room, no need for them.

I got on brand and I stayed there until it was time to move on.

Don't get it twisted: I don't subscribe to the lie we're told as women that we have to be a certain and/or have it all to be happy. But we get to be complex. We get to make space for the closeted dimensions without abandoning the others.

We get to be whole.

The Femme Dimension was born the moment I gave myself permission to be whole. To be the negotiation expert of 10 years and the spiritual teacher who believes that we are energetic beings with a soul to nourish. She grew fast as I began to integrate my formerly polarized gifts, desires and expertise.

She became a business only after women started asking me "how".

So I reverse engineered how I arrived in this place of being whole. Turns out–it translates.

The Femme Dimension isn't about a mass exodus from corporate America or moving across the country. It's not about berating yourself for not making time to get to the gym, eat plants or journal about your gratitude.

It's about coming back to the wholeness of who you are in spite of who your boss/friends/family/past iterations expect you to be. It's about re-discovering the truth of who you are, what you actually desire from this life and then making decisions from a belief that you are entirely worthy of those bold desires.

I don't have a secret sauce but I do have a practice that brought me to this place and brings me back over and over again. Because...life. It's a culmination of the most useful and powerful tools from each iteration of who I was and I am.

Back in my corporate hustle days, I was at a boozy brunch doing what I did every Sunday- numbing the scaries.

I looked my friend over a pitcher of bottomless mimosas and I said to her (but more to me):

"I wish every Sunday, I got a letter from an older, wiser me, that said it was going to be okay. That Monday would come, I would live to see Friday and what happened in the blur between (for better or worse) had nothing to do with my value as a human. That I won't always be drowning in other people's priorities and expectations. That I won't always have crippling anxiety that tells me, no matter how much I put in, how big I sacrifice, it will never be enough."

And then I downed like 8 mimosas. And that helped. Until the next Sunday.

Sundays don't scare me anymore. And it's not because I quit my job. Or moved to California. It's because I finally looked at the hard truth of what I negotiated out of my life to date and examined the bold truth of what I desired in this life. And it didn't exactly line up with the choices I was making.

That's why, since Sundays don't scare me anymore, I'm going to be writing a letter to you instead. Every Sunday.

Sharing my humble remedies, the sacred system I used to recover from the side effects of...life. The ones I still use to return back to the wholeness of who I get to be and the life I desire. Every Sunday, I'm going to remind you have always been enough, as is. Full stop.

Sign up now, I promise, we’re in this together.

xx Kelly