What the Heck is Energy Work? An Ode to Woo

“I love your new website! Way to go, Nic!”: a happy text from one of my best buddies on the day I launched the forever-in-my imagination website. I smile. I give myself a little pat on the back and a mental high five. “Badass”, I tell myself. So happy I finally...

Does Your Office Need a Seshie?

Back when I was single and living in the house of WOE (more on that another time) my roommate Lola, who had just started working at a new job, asked me if I would clear her office. It doesn’t feel right, she said. I don’t really want to be in there, she said. I can’t...

The truth about energy vampires (and how to turn them into your BFFs)

I’m sitting on one end of my client’s couch and she’s at the other, but she seems a million miles away, lost in thought. Finally, she hurls the question at me that she’s been cranking on for a solid 10 minutes: Her: “Nicole, what can I do to protect myself from ENERGY...

The hot tip to lightening up that nobody talks about

When I was five, my mom divorced my dad: a painful and all too common experience. She left my father for another guy. We drove away in a big U-haul waving goodbye while my dad stood alone in the driveway. While my memory can be pretty crap about a lot of things, there...

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What the Heck is Energy Work? An Ode to Woo

“I love your new website! Way to go, Nic!”: a happy text from one of my best buddies on the day I launched the forever-in-my imagination website. I smile. I give myself a little pat on the back and a mental high five. “Badass”, I tell myself. So happy I finally...

Does Your Office Need a Seshie?

Back when I was single and living in the house of WOE (more on that another time) my roommate Lola, who had just started working at a new job, asked me if I would clear her office. It doesn’t feel right, she said. I don’t really want to be in there, she said. I can’t...

The truth about energy vampires (and how to turn them into your BFFs)

I’m sitting on one end of my client’s couch and she’s at the other, but she seems a million miles away, lost in thought. Finally, she hurls the question at me that she’s been cranking on for a solid 10 minutes: Her: “Nicole, what can I do to protect myself from ENERGY...

The hot tip to lightening up that nobody talks about

When I was five, my mom divorced my dad: a painful and all too common experience. She left my father for another guy. We drove away in a big U-haul waving goodbye while my dad stood alone in the driveway. While my memory can be pretty crap about a lot of things, there...