Why reclaim gratitude? Because of BULLSHIT SOCIALIZATION, of course! Because those of us raised and socialized as girls and women are taught, in both big and small ways, using gratitude as a catalyst, to stay small. “Just be grateful for what you have,” they say. Meaning, “Stop wanting more.” Leading to, “Stop wanting…at all.” Gratitude has been coopted by puritanical, white-supremacist patriarchy and late-stage capitalism as a weapon of oppression. If we stop wanting more, we’ll settle for what’s handed to us. Those in power get to stay in power. And we learn to live off of less than what we truly desire.

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So let’s talk about how you’re not gonna fuck yourself over this year by giving away all your time, and instead, you’re gonna reclaim your time for your damn self. Shall we? This week, I’m offering you another free resource. In the Reclaiming Time workbook, you’ll do a calendar refresh that will allow you to create a schedule for yourself that is truly FOR yourself. Before we get there, though, if you haven’t downloaded and worked through the Cyclical Reflection Ritual I offered a couple of weeks ago in the Reclaiming Reflection workbook, I highly recommend doing that before applying anything to your calendar.

Most challenges will push you into a hustle-and-grind kind of space. NOT THIS ONE! This is a challenge to rest. I’m calling it a nap challenge, but truly, I don’t give the slightest fuck whether or not you actually fall asleep. I’m simply challenging you to step away from the hustle and grind, get your body into a comfortable position, shut out the visual stimulation, either turn off auditory stimulation or transition to something meditative and relaxing, and truly rest. Take a nap — or at least provide your body and mind with the opportunity for a nap — for at least 15 minutes a day for 30 days.

Hi, I’m Keli. I’m your life coach now. Twice a month, in accordance with the lunar cycles, we gather in circle here and in your inbox for a salaciously good time. We talk sex, self-care, and reclaiming what has always been ours via ritualized practices and hexing shitty politicians. And for my entrepreneurial babes out there, you’re getting a little bonus sales tip, too.

We are about to endure the onslaught of “NEW YEAR NEW YOU” bullshit. And I’d love to offer you an alternative.

You, my darling love bug, are not going to be a different person on January 1 than you are on December 31. And you’re not going to be a different person on January 2 than you are on January 1. You’re not even going to be a different person in January than you are TODAY.

You will, in fact, be the same person. And if that’s disappointing news to you, I’m so sorry to be the truth bearer today.

HEAL THYSELF! One must be HEALED to move forward! If you don’t HEAL, you’ll stay stuck in the past…FOREVERRRRRRRR!!! Everyone’s talking about HEALING — childhood trauma, relationship trauma, ANCESTRAL trauma, fucking PAST LIFE trauma! “I’m healing my ancestral money wounds for my grandmother who couldn’t get out of poverty,” and such. No shade to any actual healing. Truly. That last one is something that someone I deeply respect said to me recently. And it’s valuable. BUT, like, what the fuck does healing even mean? And how does one HEAL?

Hi, I’m Keli. I’m your life coach now. Twice a month, in accordance with the lunar cycles, we gather in circle here and in your inbox for a salaciously good time. We talk sex, self-care, and reclaiming what has always been ours via ritualized practices and hexing shitty politicians. And for my entrepreneurial babes out there, you’re getting a little bonus sales tip, too.

What does the word “relationship” mean to you? I don’t necessarily mean specifically intimate partnerships. We’re in relationship with everyone and everything in our lives, including the various aspects of ourselves. But when you think of being “in relationship,” what comes to mind? When you’re in a relationship with someone else – be it a romantic partner, a friend, a family member, or even a co-worker – is there a particular role that you tend to fulfill? If so, where did that role come from? And do you like it? I don’t want to skip over the self-relationship or any relationships you have with animals, inanimate objects (like your car, your clothes, etc), or concepts (like money, time, home, work, etc). But sometimes, the patterns we have in relationships are more easily seen when we look across the breadth of relationships we have with other people.

What do Cleopatra, Medusa, and Cassandra all have in common? They’re positioned as the actual main characters in the last three books for 2023 within the integrated book club inside Project Reclamation. We know these women. But we only know their stories from the perspective of the patriarchal lens of storytelling that handed them down to us. And that’s the point of this book series. It’s a five-month deep dive into how the fuck we got here in the very specific intersectional blend of patriarchy, white supremacy, Christian supremacy, etc etc etc we find ourselves living in today.

Hi, I’m Keli. I’m your life coach now. Twice a month, in accordance with the lunar cycles, we gather in circle here and in your inbox for a salaciously good time. We talk sex, self-care, and reclaiming what has always been ours via ritualized practices and hexing shitty politicians. And for my entrepreneurial babes out there, you’re getting a little bonus sales tip, too.

Holiday magic is always only available because of the women working behind the scenes to make it possible. Without recognition, praise, or thanks. And without complaint. But a couple of decades ago, I told that tired, old tradition to fuck all the way off, and I reclaimed Thanksgiving as my own. Now, I want to be clear that I fully embrace the fact that Thanksgiving is a fucked up holiday in general because we’re celebrating genocide. The whitewashed idea that Native peoples were so grateful to the Colonizers is absolute bullshit, and I do not subscribe to any of the narratives that uphold it. What’s also true is that in this particular rendition of late-stage capitalism that we’ve found ourselves in, rest, connection to one another, connection to our food, ritual, and true gratitude are never the focus.

Twelve. That’s how old I was when I first started taking diet pills. I was twelve. And that was years after starting to diet. I don’t remember the first time I went on a diet. But I also don’t remember ever NOT trying to control my food intake and make my body smaller. And the house we lived in between the time I was in 4th and 10th grades was next door to a woman who was obsessed with weight. Not only hers but mine as well. She convinced my mother that I needed to be put on diet pills. Because, according to her, if I didn’t get the weight off as a child, I’d be doomed to carry it around with me forever.

You know how technology is amazing and wonderful until it’s NOT? And then we realize just how dependent we are on it. Like, you have all the connectivity with your team at work, and everyone’s communicating effectively, and all the info is being distributed how it needs to be…and then Teams goes down. Or the internet at the office goes out. Or there’s a storm, and everyone loses power. That shit is frustrating. But what’s even more frustrating than it happening with work? Being left at the altar of an orgasm when your rechargeable toy dies. 😰

A little over a year ago, I rebranded my podcast. It went from a general life-coaching podcast with no aim and no direction to a feminist sales and business podcast. It aligned with my SellingU program, allowed me to explore various business topics through a subversive lens, and gave me an opportunity to highlight and promote several of my clients and other entrepreneurial friends. But if you’ve been following along for any length of time, you know it’s not always about business. And here’s the thing: I don’t want it to be just about business. So, I’m rebranding it again.

I grew up in the Midwest and was raised Christian. And I remember hearing the adage of wishing for world peace for Christmas. As a kid, I had no context for what that really meant. There was no war that touched me. There was no collective violence that impacted my life. And my first introduction to the concept of military action was by way of wrapping a yellow ribbon around a tree in our front yard because that somehow indicated support for my step-uncle, who was deployed with the army during the Iraq war. It was theoretical. It was distant. And it was exclusively in the realm of adults when I was a child.

Hi, I’m Keli. I’m your life coach now. Twice a month, in accordance with the lunar cycles, we gather in circle here and in your inbox for a salaciously good time. We talk sex, self-care, and reclaiming what has always been ours via ritualized practices and hexing shitty politicians. And for my entrepreneurial babes out there, you’re getting a little bonus sales tip, too.

I got kicked out of a theater by a ghost. This year, I’ve had my content stolen by spirits. I attended a spiritual retreat in Savannah, GA. We did a tour of a historical theater that’s still operational today. There was a ghost-hunting component to the tour. A voice very explicitly stated to GET OUT. When we asked who it wanted to get out, my device lit up like the Las Vegas strip. For the full story, go check out episode 111 of my podcast. It’s literally just called “I Got Kicked Out Of A Theater. By A Ghost.”

Twice a month, in accordance with the lunar cycles, we gather in circle here and in your inbox for a salaciously good time. We talk sex, self-care, and reclaiming what has always been ours via ritualized practices and hexing shitty politicians. And for my entrepreneurial babes out there, you’re getting a little bonus sales tip, too.