Live Your Best Life as a Virtual Assistant

I spent my life waiting for someone to pick me. 

That was true long before business. Gym class, when the captains chose teams. Friend groups. I stood there waiting to be chosen, and the power always lived somewhere outside of me. 

I wonder if you know that feeling too.

In 2010, I was 50 years old...

Starting is easy. 

Starting feels like progress. You buy the program, open the notebook, tell everyone you're doing it. 

For about a week, starting even feels like winning. 

I talk with women every week who are excited about what they've just started.

Ask what they've finished lately, and the co...

Last week Greg and I put an air conditioner in a chicken coop. 

Yes, you read that right. An air conditioner. In a chicken coop. 

Here's how it happened. We bought a new shed to turn into a coop. It's airtight, which sounds like a good thing until you learn that airtight means no ventilation. 

Th...

I want to share some numbers with you. 

Not because I love data. But because these numbers tell a story most women don't know. 

According to the Harvard Business Review, more than half of small and medium businesses in North America have either hired a Virtual Assistant or plan to within the next ...

A few years ago I was exhausted. 

Not the normal kind of tired - the kind deep down inside that you're not sure you'll recover from. 

The kind where you can't remember the last time you did something just because you wanted to.

I wasn't eating well. I was carrying an extra 12 pounds. I was workin...

I was at a conference this week with my coach James Wedmore in Irvine, CA. 

The room was filled with entrepreneurs who are building courses and communities. People at all different stages - some just starting, some years in. 

I gave a talk about how I built The VA Connection and I got a standing o...

In 2019, I went to an industry conference for Virtual Assistants with Greg in San Antonio, Texas. 

1,580 miles as the crow flies from Connecticut. Not a quick trip. 

At the time, my Facebook group had about a hundred members. Mostly friends and family.

I had no course to sell. No program to pitch...

A few weeks ago I wrote about the fear of being seen. 

How I used to make myself small. How I believed struggling made me more relatable. How putting myself out there felt dangerous. 

A lot of you wrote back. You felt it too.

But here's the thing I didn't say: hiding doesn't always look like hidi...