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conscious living

The Coco- Trust the Process

Meet the Coco!

A metallic mix of silver, black, and white, I created a simple style to compliment any home, office, or a classic ensemble.

Inspired by one of her own mentors, spirituality coach Cora Poage shared on Instagram how she wrote the word “trust” on a piece of paper as a simple reminder, which in turn inspired ME to paint the word on a gold canvas (in true Kristin style).

Isn’t it amazing when hope and positivity spreads near and far?

The quarantine has been an amazing time of creation- from sorting out my past through art, healing, and looking deeper within- yet I can’t help but wonder, what will happen once quarantine is over?

It’s important to remind myself to keep the faith and go with the flow- everything works itself out in divine order, yet we can’t always see the silver lining when we’re still stuck in the woods.

A simple sign or mantra can change your entire out, which is what Melissa Smith and I chatted about a couple weeks ago on The Four.

It’s so fun to mix up the colors and words that have helped me express my feelings, so creating versions that have meaning to others has been an amazing experience. Whether it’s college colors or something special for an event, there’s something magical about bringing together stories, beauty, and hope.

Each abstract is customizable, too- if you have your own mantra or color pallet, I would love to create something to inspire you!

Shop Trust and The Coco

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empowerment mindful at home

Living With Grace and Grit

I’m still coming down from all of the creative and inspirational energy I took in from my last trip back to NYC. Wow! From the moment I saw the skyline to the feeling I had while driving out of the city, the weekend was nothing but magic.

It felt like home again.

One of my favorite moments from my trip back to New York was when I arrived at Queensboro Plaza and noticed all the synchronicity around me.

From the number “7” (which had been following me around all weekend) to the purple color of the train line, it seemed like everything was a sign.

A sign I’m on the right path. A sign for my next steps. A sign telling me I am fine as I am.

After my trip, my perception changed; not just about the city, but about my own life. It occurred to me that I wasn’t living up to my own potential because outside voices have been holding me back. As a result, my dreamer (and sometimes grandiose) nature has second guessed herself, creating her own negative voices inside her head.

So, I stopped listening.

My path has been anything but traditional, and although I’ve attempted to go the “traditional route,” something has always blocked me from fitting in. It used to be my own self sabotage and issues with self esteem, alcohol, and emotions- however, as of the past year, it’s been because I have been standing up for what I believe in.

I came to Boston to fearlessly look in the mirror and step into the person I am meant to be- without distractions- so the last thing I will allow in my life is someone or an institution to cause me to step backwards.

Most recently, my passion for helping people and inspiring others to see life through a new lens has caused quite a bit of discontentment with the “3D world.” Our society as a whole isn’t quite ready to see life through a new light, but I know there is a place and purpose for me to share my story and strength.

Some people just want to sit in their own misery, though.

This brings me to the whole theory of the “imposter syndrome.” It makes me wonder how many people wake up in the morning, put on their suit or shiny heels, and honestly can go in thinking they’re a “professional.” As if putting on a show and acting for the sake of a paycheck is any way to live. To think living for the weekend or retirement is the only way to live.

Sorry to say, boys and girls, but that’s how our society is programmed. It’s pathetic.

Personally, I would rather live a short life that is full of, well, life. A life of purpose, not routine.

How many of those people feel restricted? How many of those people know they have better ways to spend their day? How many have talents to give but never will, all because society is telling them their dreams are silly?

I have no idea, but I’m done pretending.

I wasn’t given the gift of a grit-filled past with a touch of grace to simply keep quiet.

My story is meant to be shared.

What’s my next step? I’m not sure. However, I am confident my work will be of use to many people- so I am done holding back.

I am ready for my answer, and my next big adventure.

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empowerment self discovery

Free to Be: Going On Your Own Path

There comes a day when you stop letting the outside world trick you into thinking there is only one way to life, security, happiness, and success.

~

A lovely friend of mine, a neurologist in Cambridge, described the city perfectly to me once:

“Cambridge: where everyone thinks they’re a ‘renegade.'”

I had only been in Boston for a few months, so I hadn’t yet gotten an impression of the people or the culture.  However, I liked this idea, and I certainly loved Cambridge.

Although I used to wish I had taken a traditional path (or at least a “laid out” one) I realize now through listening to others that it wouldn’t have been right for me.  I have spent the past 11 years trying to “fit” the mold; city to city, job to job, relationship to relationship.  It was a struggle trying to fit this square peg in a round hole.

I had simply assumed by speaking with her, the grounded and successful woman she is, that she must have had an easier path than mine. That things came naturally to her.  That she followed her heart when making her career choice.  However, upon knowing her better, I learned that it wasn’t her choice to become a doctor; it was her father’s.

I met this woman April of 2017, and she played an instrumental role helping me learn I am enough.  She said to me, over and over, that I am fine just as I am.

I didn’t realize what she meant until now.


As my life came together, fell apart, and came back together time and time again back in the summer of 2017, my friend (who I just visited in NYC) also reminded me of how strong I am.  Although I felt hopeless at times, she saw the light in me.  She recognized my strengths.  She helped me see my own light; and in turn, I have been able to do the same for her.

It’s interesting how we can get down on ourselves so easily, yet we are much stronger than we give ourselves credit for.

Now, let’s go back to the idea of a “renegade.”

This made me laugh.

However, much of our society blindly follows the unwritten rules the “patriarchy” laid out years ago, without question.

I can’t imagine living an existence where I don’t question these rules.

As I began to step into my authentic self, I stood up to “the man.” I have ignored their sexist comments. I have ignored people telling me I can’t do things. I have been independent.

Perhaps this does make me a “renegade.”


Over the years I thought about what society wanted me to do; or at least, what those around me expected.  I thought that if I got an advanced degree, a certain job, or had impressive credentials, I would please others.

But why did I care about pleasing the patriarchy?

I wasn’t pleasing myself.

As I have let the ideas of what other people “expect” from me, I realize that I wasn’t doing anyone any good.  I wasn’t happy in relationships or jobs where I couldn’t be myself.  I wasn’t succeeding in roles that didn’t align with my talents.  I felt anxiety in environments I forced myself to be in.

As my spiritual practice and confidence grows, the more I realize that manmade rules are simply tricks to give others power.

We have all the power we need within ourselves.

The more fearlessly honest I am, the more gifts have appeared in my life.  I’ve been published in places I never dreamed to see my work, I’ve received heartfelt letters from readers who didn’t know who else to turn to, and I’ve gotten the opportunity (and blessing) to find inner peace, joy, and empowerment through my authenticity.

I used to water down my personality to “fit in.”  That didn’t serve anyone.  Today, I refuse to play a role in society; I will live my truth.

I came to this earth for a reason; and that reason wasn’t to follow the patriarchy, let someone scare me into doing things their way, or let others take my power.

My reason was to help others realize they, too, can fearlessly spread their wings and fly.

So, that is what I will continue to do. ✨

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self discovery

Full Circle

Today is the four year anniversary of my one-way flight to New York City.

After an amazing weekend, which included quality time with a dear friend, visits to all my favorite spots, delicious food, and stops at all three of my old NYC apartments, I realize how much I have changed since that day on the 18th of June.

Although I live in Boston now, I always have a piece of New York in my heart- and today I know I can have both.

Life is all about balance.

Four years after that one way flight to New York City, I realize I never ruined anything, missed any opportunities, or took the wrong path. Everything happens in perfect order.

With a clear mind and an open heart, my arms are open for whatever comes my way. 💜

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conscious living

A Short Response to Mental Health Awareness

I have heard a lot of thoughts regarding the deaths of Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain this past week.  The most common is, “they had everything” or “their lives looked so wonderful.”

I have a lot of feelings about this.

Those with depression aren’t necessarily the ones venting on Facebook or complaining at work.  They’re not the ones who have bad luck, draw the wrong cards, or seem down and out.  Those with depression are often the people who smile, entertain, write, inspire, and laugh- all to cope.  They put on a face of strength.  They try to block out the bad.  But, sometimes, it’s all too much.

Happiness doesn’t come through wealth, vacations, relationships, or fame. Happiness is within your soul.

Without being fulfilled on the inside, the outside does not matter.  I started my blog after getting help in 2016, and I am happy to say I did not let my pride, reputation, or others sway me into avoiding it or sharing my story.  Instead, I learned that vulnerability only benefits others.  I don’t care if people judge me for sharing- if I can help one person, it’s worth it.

The world will not be the same without these two individuals who were both such inspirations and role models to me.  I can only hope they are finally at peace.

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self discovery

Boldly Facing the Future

Just when I was feeling a little off balanced, the death of Kate Spade put my life back into perspective.

One week ago today I cut my hair, feeling fresh, nostalgic, and ready for the summer.  However, part of that act gave me that same old feeling I had four years ago prior to moving to New York City.  It was a positive feeling- but another of pain.  It made me question my decisions, wonder if I made a mistake by leaving, and feel guilty for everything that went wrong these past four years.

Then, I stopped.

Everything happens for a reason.

Had I not left New York City in July 2016, things may have turned out much differently- and much worse.  Looking back and reflecting on my life, and the life of Kate Spade, I want to express the importance of getting help, self care, and mental health awareness.

I moved to New York as if the city were a band-aid; the magical cure.  I would step into a new life, forgetting old wounds, childhood pain, and inner struggles.  Instead, all of my wounds burst open- but I had another chance.

I chose to step back, take a break, and get help.

I started my blog 6 days after moving to Boston, which is a manifestation of my own journey, lessons, and appreciation for life.  I am beyond grateful to the people who have supported me on my journey and believed in me when I stopped believing in myself.  I haven’t been perfect since coming to Boston, but life has been much better than the Kristin I left behind in 2016.

So, here I am, downtown Boston- with new glasses, a new haircut, and a new perspective. No longer afraid to face the challenges of life, I can say with confidence:

Life is beautiful.

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self discovery

Rejuvenate and Rebalance

Lately I have been feeling a lot of deja vu. Perhaps it’s the spring season, or the shifts of energy… but somehow, I keep getting the same feelings of hope and optimism that I had four years ago before moving to New York.

This also brings a bit of uncertainty; am I preparing for a change? Is something big on the horizon? Or, maybe, this change is on the inside.

It’s hard to say, but I’ll try not to overthink it and just enjoy each day.

After living in Boston for a year and a half now, I’ve reflected a lot on my experiences and how I’ve healed from the life I was living before moving here. I’ve learned the power of vulnerability, and that the right people come into your life at the right time. I’ve learned that curveballs provide great lessons, and that sometimes you have to take a step backwards to take two steps forward.

As I have cut baggage from my life- old patterns, behaviors, and thoughts, I also decided it was time to cut one more thing- my hair.

It seemed symbolic for the time, because it was four years ago this month when I cut my hair before, too. Full of excitement for the future, I opted for a new blonde bob, packed my bags, and left for a new life in NYC. Well, this year isn’t quite the same, but I have the same fresh feeling as I did four years ago- but I won’t let my story end the same this time.

Yesterday I woke up, fixed my new hair-do, and headed to an energy healing- just in the nick of time. There’s a fun background on how this energy healing happened, too:

Last weekend I serendipitously passed a street sale in Arlington on my way to the library, which just happened to be closed because of Memorial Day. However, as I strolled through the sale, I found two 25 cent books for sale- both on meditation and energy. When I headed to the table to check out, one of the ladies told me about an energy healing raffle going on. I filled out a card, bought my books, and headed back home.

A couple of days later, I received an email saying I was the winner! What a surprise. They had availability for Saturday morning, so, as an appropriate way to start my month, I booked a 9am appointment.

This was my first time having energy work done, and it was a very comfortable and interesting experience. We discussed where I thought I held onto negative energy, and chatted about my lifestyle, stresses, and passions.

After the session was finished, she asked how I felt. It was hard to pin point at the time; I was extremely relaxed, fuzzy, and calm. She did tell me that I am holding an immense amount of energy in my stomach, which I have never heard before. It all makes sense, though- she described it as the “butterfly in your stomach” feeling. Oh, do I ever know that feeling all too well!

In addition to holding stress in my solar plexus chakra, she mentioned my need for grounding work. Although my upper chakras are active and well, I have a hard time grounding. This made a lot of sense, too.

After I left, I thought about ways I count ground, calm my brain, and redistribute my energy. Instead of being stuck in my head all of the time, holding energy in the wrong places, how can I rebalance? So, I decided to go to the park.

It was a beautiful, hot June afternoon- until the rain came. I felt the rain hit my skin, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. I headed home and put on some comfy clothes, opened my laptop, and started the new season of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt.

Sometimes we just need a day or two to calm our minds, sit in nature, and rest. Saturday provided that opportunity for me to just be, reflect, and look forward to whatever is next. I don’t have to know what today or tomorrow will bring, as long as I am grounded in the moment- with a fresh new haircut. 🌿

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empowerment

Embodying the Fearless You

If you were to remove all of the companies, titles, and associations from your bio, what would you be?

Do you even know?

That’s why I don’t put myself in a box.

No job, relationship, city, or self-proclaimed identity will define me. Yes, there once was a time I thought I needed a fancy title, an impressive address, or a successful boyfriend, but I have realized over the past decade that those things come and go. Without a solid foundation, the things you desire and strive for won’t survive- first, you must be at peace with yourself without all of those things.

I thought about this today as I stumbled across someone’s Twitter profile. There were about five companies and eight hashtags in their bio. Okay, that’s cool. They’re proud of it, and that’s nice. However, does this person identify with anything other than other identities that were created by society?

Twitter bios, or any bios, are an extension of your ego. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Now, this isn’t coming from a place of judgment, but from inspiration. It simply fuels my desire to continue to be fearlessly me. Even if I lost my job, moved, ran out of money, or had no affiliations, I would still have the most important thing of all:

A good sense of self.

No matter where life leads, I know I will be okay. Faith first starts with having faith in what’s inside yourself. 💞