Hi there! I’m Meg.

At 47, I’m an author, business owner, and soon-to-be empty nester mom. I use mindfulness, meditation, and manifestation to confront the unique challenges of midlife, and I’m here to share some of my favorite tips, techniques, and insights.

Midlife is weird. Let’s make it rad.

I used to spend a lot of time blaming others for my own problems. I thought I could change people, telling myself “If so-and-so would just act/think/feel the same way I do, we wouldn’t have these issues.”

I also spent a lot of time rescuing others as a way to hide my own insecurities and fear of rejection. It was a blanket I could hide under. If I was focused on solving other people’s problems, I wouldn’t have to confront my own.

I was a self-described control freak. I wanted everything to fit in a box (a box I designed) – acting as it should, when it should, and how it should. I blamed it on OCD. I hated surprises.

“When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change”
– Wayne Dyer

A Pivotal Moment

And then COVID showed up, and suddenly I was faced with an overwhelming lack of control. My perfectly ordered world fell into chaos. A microscopic antagonist set everything I believed on its ear.

We went into lockdown. My design business came to a screeching halt. I had to cook dinner Every. Single. Night. I started sanitizing my freaking milk cartons.

The stress of flattening the curve wreaked havoc on my marriage. I drank too much. I was scared, frustrated, and at times, angry.

Halfway to Dead

That same year I turned 45, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was “halfway to dead” without much to show for it. My dreams had gotten small, and career-wise I felt like I had settled, taken the path of least resistance.

I didn’t push myself or take risks, and I was constantly worried people would judge me. I could remember having big dreams when I was younger, but to follow them now sounded exhausting. I wanted to have a purpose, although I sure as heck didn’t know how to find it.

But I was also bored. And in my boredom, I started watching online videos about manifesting. I figured if Dr. Fauchi couldn’t save us from the pandemic, maybe I could magically manifest it away.

I re-upped on my meditation practice and downloaded guided meditation apps. I started to chill out. I felt more centered and less out of control. I didn’t get angry quite as easily.

I signed up for all the programs about manifestation, learned all the techniques, read all the books. I journaled and wrote affirmations until my hand cramped. I looked for angel numbers and synchronicities. I vision-boarded the shit out of my Pinterest account.

One day it actually worked. I manifested a very specific amount of money. Shortly after, a new vacation home (ok, “vacation home” is a stretch; more of a small, rustic cabin) and an epic six-week working vacation on Maui.

Don’t get me wrong, the money and trips were great, but what struck me the most was the idea that I am the creator of my own life. I can choose how I look at and feel about things. Bad things don’t happen to me, they just happen. I can’t change people, but I can change how I react to people.

Life doesn’t have to be a reaction; instead, it is your own purposeful creation. It’s a set of infinite possibilities from which we can design a life of infinite potential. And the beautiful thing is that you can access all of it through mindfulness, meditation, and manifesting practices, and I want to show you how.

I hope you will join me on this journey.