I had my first workshop on Saturday. And it was F*CKING AWESOME. I haven't posted any sort of follow-up yet because it's one of those things that feels so precious and sacred and was so truly magnificent, that words can't even seem to touch it. Like not even a little bit. So all I'm going to say is that the love, courage, vulnerability, honesty, openness, support, humility, compassion, laughter and joy that filled my apartment on Saturday was unlike anything I could have even known to hope for, and I will cherish it for the rest of my life.

It got me thinking about how I even got here in the first place. I came out of hiding on April 5th with Barenaked Jamie. I was in a tough place, feeling all sorts of feels about all sorts of things, but I stepped out of the shadows and I came clean. Step 1: Wake up/speak up. Shame doesn't like to be spoken because it can't compete with the truth. Truth is shame’s Kryptonite; I just forget that sometimes. I won't go on my secrets rampage again, but that which we hide we unconsciously feed, and it grows bigger and stronger, leaving little to no room for all the good stuff. I won’t say it happened immediately, but within hours of speaking my truth, joy and gratitude came flooding in. I know I probably sound like a broken record, but I have to remind myself, too. It might be one of the most valuable lessons of my life.