Exactly three years ago, on this very date, Heartmade was born. Little did I know that what started as a pajama passion project would one day grow up to crawl + sprint + burp + poo + sing “It’s my Blogaversary + I cry if I want to.” But I don’t want to cuz I pick dancing in adult tutus instead.
Yes, there are posts in here with horrid typos + jokes that only make sense in my head.
Yes, many times I’ve hit publish, I’ve had the assistance of a tank of peanut butter to numb the panic attack.
Yes, sometimes I sob myself to sleep when mean people say mean things about my videos.
Yes, I often seek confirmation to double check that what I’m doing isn’t totally bananas.
Yes, the “I’m an impostor, it’s just a matter a time before everyone finds out” script still comes knocking.
Yes, most Mondays I pretend I’m not cranky.
But if there’s something this little blog has taught me after three years of roller coasting is this:
We don’t like to be uncomfortable. Duh!
We like + seek the “sexy quick tips + “five simple steps” to happiness, the “for busy people” edition.
We already know “how to” be happy. We have access to more information + more books + more videos than ever before. Yet, we’re still struggling. Why? Well, I’m not Albus Dumbledore but it’s finally clicked: Happiness is not to-do list material. It’s not check off-able either. It’s
hard heart work. It’s life work. It’s soul work.
If we want to live, for realz, we need to buckle up + embrace the messiness in between. The holy crap stuff that’s not on your Instagram feed. The e-mail with the passive aggressive refund request. The rejected again + again book proposal. The site crash during launch meltdown. The client who’s missing in action with your paycheck.
When sh*t hits the fan we can either play the “let’s pretend it ain’t there” game or we can deal with it on the spot before it snowballs into the Apocalypse. A-ha! A space to marinate the pickles sandwiched between your online business + offline world. The cracks. Exactly.
Epiphany, 1.5 years in the making. And today, finally cuz I was getting really impatient here, my partner in crime April Bowles-Olin + I present to you (cue the Mission Impossible theme song): Connecting the Gaps: A lifestyle revolution for online superstars. That’s you in case you were wondering.
CTG, that’s our acronym (said with Edna Mode from The Incredible’s voice) is a treasure trove of resources. I’m talking:
- Hand-painted calendar that you’ll actually enjoy using.
- Healthy, downloadable recipes.
- A superstar workout you can do anywhere, along with a workout jam list.
- A hall of fame filled with online superheroes you must get to know.
- Videos that’ll make you giggle + spit out your green juice.
- A secret mission that will help you make a seriously awesome change in your life.
And, I bet you’re wondering how much? Right? Well, ahem, it’s FREE. Catch? None. No having to name your next born Mayi or April. No puppy or bunny rabbit in exchange. Consider it my Happy Blogaversary gift to you + April’s advanced Holiday present.
Your first mission, if you choose to accept it, awaits in the private headquarters. Opt in to receive the classified handshake within minutes. If you have already signed up, check you e-mail. Your passcode is inside.
I hope to see you on the other side.
Bring cake. I’ll blow the candles.
When I was little, my grandma used to tell us that if we went out swimming on Good Friday we would turn into mermaids. Just in case, I’ve always taken it easy these days leading to Easter. Wouldn’t want to accidentally turn into, I dunno, a video camera maybe.
But all silliness aside, this seasonal pause has me feeling a bit sentimental. And then mix that up with a pinch of PMS + you have yourself a recipe for La Vita è Bella-type sobbing. Hubby is a saint.
This may or may not make coherent sense.
In June of 2010 (holy smokes!) I began this online roller coaster ride as a way to spill open my hopes + fears + passions + epiphanies + worries + questions + all the beautiful mess in-between. I confess I’ve never really followed any treasure maps, instead I’ve relied on the purest life force I know, my inner compass, to propel me forward + pave the way.
With my gut as captain, I’ve sailed this ship away from the safe harbor, still amazed it’s managed to stay wreck-free. Bruised, yes, but never wrecked. Knock on wood.
Sounds epic? Should I write an auto-biography? Want my autograph? Should I change my name to Magic Carles? Nah! The truth is, I’ve spared myself + everyone who’s come along for the adventure an Armageddon only because I have granny as lighthouse + mom as life vest + hubby as fuel + the whole fam’ providing free claps, plus hors d’ouvres.
Bring it on turbulent waters, I don’t even need the infamous vomit bag. I have my peeps. Pow!
If Oprah calls though, I will need a lot of seats.
It’s one thing to dream, “Oh, wouldn’t it be so cool if…”. It’s another to see God + the Universe + Lucky Charms, heck call it whatever you want, manifest your wildest wishes right before your eyes. Faith is all you need.
I’ve never shared my spiritual beliefs out in the open before for too many reasons. I’ve purposely edited details like that:
- I went to an all girls Catholic school.
- I have big issues with institutionalized religion.
- I love our new Pope Francisco because he makes me smile + gives me hope.
- I believe human design is influenced by the stars.
- I mostly pray on airplanes, specially when I think it’s going to crash.
- I will love my husband for every lifetime.
- I sense there are hairy hands underneath my bed that only come out at night.
- I think we reincarnate as lizards + barracudas or rocks when we are mean to each others.
I told ya’, I’ve got reasons. Talk about a spiritual jambalaya.
But for the sake of today’s hiatus + passing reflection, here’s what I must share:
Have a little faith in you. In me. Open your arms wide to catch. Look up with big shiny eyes. Expect an avalanche of miracles. Boom! Turn off everything with an “On” button. Flip the faith switch instead. Activate it. Magic is always waiting to happen, if you only let it freaking be. Can you feel it?
I believe in you. But that’s not enough, you must learn to trust your deep breaths. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi. What do you hear when the noise is gone? When the party glasses are removed? When no one’s looking? When the world’s cynicism is washed out? When being cool is no longer important?
Use your new Easter Bookmark Notes to open up. Share your incoherently beautiful story.
Stop! See what happens when you do.
April + I are hosting a Live Happy Hour to answer questions about our own B-School experience (cuz we know it’s a BIG investment!) + the programs that you’ll get for FREE if you use our affiliate link.
If you don’t know what the heck I’m talking about, get the full scoop here.
We’re even including a rapid fire round at the end where you can ask us anything about our businesses. Wanna know if April scripts her Wednesday Wisdom episodes or if I really work in my pajamas? Now’s your time to ask.
Join us + we promise it’ll be more fun than a shopping spree at Anthropologie. Expect lots of laughter + brutally honest answers + behind the scenes stories we only share with our husbands + each other.
If you can’t attend, because it’s your cousin’s birthday (can you send us some cake?) or your boss is a stickler about you actually showing up for work, we’ll attempt to record the call. We can’t pinky promise the Internet gremlins won’t eat our recording (even though we’ve asked them very nicely not to!) but we’ll sure try.
RSVP for the party right here. And, don’t forget to bring your favorite beverage whether it be a chilled glass of Chardonnay + a dirty martini or a chai tea latte with extra foam.
Update: We had a blast talking to our peeps. Our hearts are still BOOM BOOM BOOM beating in excitement from chatting with ya’ll. If you couldn’t make it, click here to check out the recording!
I hate Vegas blinking lights + annoyingly loud warnings + telemarketers period + “friendly” reminders to go buy buy buy NOW before the shopping cart closes F-O-R-E-V-E-R.
I know you do too, even with $700 on the line.
So, instead of giving you yet another reason to throw up, I trust that you’re smarty pajama pants enough to identify the play button above + click away to hear the scoop. Hint: The button is white + shaped like a triangle. That’s as far as I’ll go (wink).
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Whether you love T-Rex, or not. Whether you decide to take us up on the offer, or not. Whether you dig our matching Anthropologie outfits, or not. Please promise us you’ll at least take a moment to devour Marie’s FREE B-School training videos? Opt-in is required, but it’s totally worth it!
(That means “very important” in Spanish.) If you want to win a FREE pass to Life is Messy Bootcamp + Blogging for your Creative Business, plus our surprise Goodie Kit straight to your real mailbox, make sure you use our affiliate link to join B-School.
We cannot stress this enough. We won’t be able to give you our bonuses unless you use this link to purchase.
We know B-School is a gigantic leap of faith, not to mention a brontosaurus stretch for any piggy bank. So if you need more to chew on + consult with hubby (or pillow), we invite you to hear our B-School story.
Beyond that, if you have any questions about B-School + our flagship programs or anything concerning this T-Rex size promotion, please don’t hesitate to ring my e-mail or April’s. We know this is probably the craziest + boldest move you’ve ever done for yourself + your business, so don’t be shy. We want to help you make the best choice for you. No glitter trowing, pinky promised.
The heartmade kitchen smells absolutely delish’ because I’m making batches + batches of homemade granola to gift to family + friends + very special contributors.
After intentional tweaks + happy accidents, I believe I’ve mastered the art of granola making to mouth-watering perfection. But don’t take my word for it, feel free to test drive it for yourself by borrowing my not-so-secret recipe here.
Just be warned, once you go Mayi’s Homemade Granola you will never go back to store bought again. Mark my words.
If you want to turn these into ooh la la gifts, a clear jar + a sweet message on cardstock paper (I happen to LOVE kraft) + a jute string will do the trick. Simple + yummy-licious!