Those three words came to me like a whisper from my soul... and I listened.
 
I didn’t know it then, but that whisper would lead me to the biggest, boldest, most hilarious transformation of my life. 
 
I entered what I now call the 21 Day Self-Help Detox—not because I gave up on growth, but because I got tired of being told who to be, how to heal, and what to fix next from the outdated thoughts, limiting beliefs and conditioning of my experiences along with that of thought leaders, mentors and well intended friends.  
 
I thought I was drowning in advice, but I was actually starving for my own voice. For the alignment of all of me to come forward. 
 
So I stopped. 
I took a breath. 
I made toast. 
 
And I asked myself the one sacred question I had forgotten to ask:
What if I’m not broken? What if I’m brilliant?
 
I listened. 
 
That’s when they showed up.
 
Me, Myself, and I.
The current version of me, my younger selves and yes, my Ego came along too. Her name is Stella, and she has a lot of opinions. We laugh. We cry. We cartwheel through limiting beliefs. We build clay monsters and dance with shame until it turns into freedom.
 
Together, we became my Sacred Crew. The inner voices that once tore me apart now travel with me on a wild, magical journey of self-leadership, self-love, and sacred ridiculousness.
 
It’s not always pretty. 
It’s not always polished.
 
But it is so real.
 
I’m going to tell you the whole story.
 
I’ll share what happens when you stop outsourcing your truth, follow the divine breascrumbs of a well-lived life and start trusting your own rhythm. When you let go of perfection and meet yourself in the wilds—with a snack, some glitter, and a whole lot of grace.
 
This isn’t just my story.
It’s an invitation.
 
To every woman who's ever asked “Am I too much?” or “What’s wrong with me?”—come meet your Sacred Crew.
 
You’re not alone. 
And you were never broken.
 
You've simply forgotten that you are a magical badass. 


 
 
My Sacred Crew: Me, Myself & I
As I sit in my writing circle today (there’s two of us, and yes, that still counts), I feel called to write about my soul story—the one that begins with my Sacred Crew: Me, Myself & I.

They’ve been with me my whole life… probably many lifetimes. And over time, I’ve come to love them deeply. Not just tolerate or manage them—but honor them as my fiercest allies, greatest teachers, and most faithful companions.

Let me introduce you.
 
Me.
This is the version of me that’s here now.
She writes these words. She feels all the feelings.
She cries heavy tears, then bursts into wild, belly-deep laughter—only to cry again, this time from joy.

She is unfamiliar and sacred.
She doesn’t take shit the way she used to.
She walks forward—moment by glorious moment—in trust.

She knows now: she is not only from Source.
She is Source, living this life, experiencing herself fully.

Yes, she still wobbles. Doubt, sabotage, and worry still visit—but these days, they only stay for moments, not weeks or years.

And when the old patterns rise up, she doesn’t run.
She meets them. Moves through them.
And when she needs it—she calls in the Crew.
 
Myself.
She is the sum of every version I’ve ever been—and every version I could become.
The spark of the soul-child.
The bossy, manipulative little one.
The defiant teen.
Miss Independent.
The lost wanderer.
The badge-wearing addict.
The off-grid wife turned divorced woman who came home to herself.

She holds multitudes—each one bringing gifts.
She tugs at my pant leg for toast or cookies when she’s scared.
She stomps and yells when life feels unfair.
And she marvels at the beauty of the world—every single day.
She does cartwheels down grocery store aisles.
She rolls on the floor, laughing.

She remembers who we are.
And we love each other—no questions asked.
 
I.
Ah yes, the ego.
The all-knowing "I."
My safety warden.
 
The one who’s always one step ahead with her flashing hazard signs and worst-case scenarios.

I used to fight her.

I thought she was my enemy—the devil on my shoulder.

But now? I see her for who she really is.
My crossing guard.
My boundary protector.
My alarm bell for old stories and new dangers alike.
She’s judgmental, skeptical, and stubborn—drenched in fear and past wounds.

And yet…
She never leaves. She’s always watching. Always caring.
Because if she didn’t love me, why would she bother?

One day, I saw her differently—not as a saboteur, but as that scrappy best friend who knows all your secrets… and sticks around anyway.

She’s my ego monster in the wilds of life.
She hides, she leaps, she throws shade when I’ve rested “too long.”

And I?
I scoop her up and smother her in kisses until she squirms away, muttering “ugh, gross.”
But I know she secretly loves it.
She lives for the drama.

She is my fierce protector.
My guardian in the shadows.
And I love her.
 
This is my Sacred Crew—Me, Myself & I.
They travel with me everywhere.
I am not alone. They are my tribe.
They witness it all with grace, humor, sass, and unwavering love.

And honestly?
I wouldn’t want it any other way.