Thanks, Btch

This is Thanks, Btch, a blog that was meant for me to blow off some steam, get clear on some things, make observations, find how to do things better. This blog site is seven (7) years in the making 🤦🏻‍♀️

Apparently that is how long it takes me to get out of my own way.

“Thanks, Btch”, the concept, actually came together quickly. It was a feeling, an idea, a name, a silly little logo that makes me smile….. and the stories. The lingering, 7 year last step? Unleashing it to the public..

So what on earth has taken seven years if all of this came together so fast?

• The invisible walls I’ve built, making it seemingly impossible to get out
• The gremlins and demons perched on my shoulder, snickering and commenting
• The Judgement Dragons breathing down my neck, buzzing around my head, making me second guess everything (credit to my friend Mare for that name!)
• The countless “other things” that always seemed more urgent than this project – because reorganizing my sock drawer is obviously urgent 🙄

I have a feeling I’m not the only one here…

No matter how much encouragement you get from family, friends, colleagues, and even strangers, you still find excuses not to make it happen. So here I am, hitting publish and allowing it to be imperfect and even messy.

So what is Thanks, Btch?

A collection of thoughts, stories and real-life moments I had to work through the hard way. It has been built with the intent of healing, understanding, and course correcting with some humor sprinkled in. I have navigated some rough waters in my career and relationships in the past. Looking back, I wish I had some guidance and the permission to tell the truth.

There was a moment in my not too distant past, when a woman’s harsh behavior towards me pushed me to a place where I genuinely didn’t recognize myself anymore. Of course there was much more going on that brought me to that place, but this was the breaking point. I made a tough and necessary decision to walk away, completely. That decision, though painful and confusing in the moment, was one of the most defining moments of my life. That decision led me to my current career as a Certified Coach, where I have the privilege of helping other women get through these moments.

Back then, I didn’t have the tools to move through something like that. Now, I do, and I want other women to have them too. It’s about learning how to manage situations with more clarity, more honesty, and a lot less unnecessary pain. In the end, you can look back and be thankful for the new place you are in. Sometimes that gratitude can be a little spicy, hence, Thanks, Btch.

Why is the “i” missing in Bitch?

The “i” is gone in my logo and replaced by a smirking flower because it softens the blow and makes it mine. And, as it turns out, I have a complicated relationship with the word bitch. 🤔 But, for me, it’s also the one word that perfectly summed up that a-ha moment.

I’ve spent the last few years trying to come up with a softer name and a new approach so that this conversation, workshop, movement, keynote, book could fit into someone else’s ideas of what’s acceptable. What I finally realized is that Thanks, Btch is its own thing and doesn’t belong within others’ rules and guardrails. It’s here to be real. And honest.