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Coach Lulu Shares the Light

I help people connect to the most vibrant and courageous parts of themselves so they can have more fun, learn to trust and create a life they REALLY want.

Meeting virtually or in person in Tampa Bay. PM me to chat about how I can help you get there.

13/12/2025

I’ve been struggling a lot with trying to be positive and keep up with the demands of being a single parent and a business owner and a person.
This morning, I decided… what the hell! I’m just gonna keep fu***ng going!
I decided I would have my coffee outside in this beautiful coolness of a nascent Florida winter and as soon as I sat down, I saw a bloom that I had never seen before. A beautiful, demure, yellow and orange bloom on one of my succulents. Honestly, I didn’t even know it could flower and I remembered that sometimes you have to look for the tiniest of blooms.
And no kidding, as soon as I noticed that bloom I heard a bird that I had not heard before cooing. It landed on the tree directly above my head. Once I looked up, I saw a tiny, fluffy, grey and white feather floating on an invisible current. I watched it turn and float, lift and dip for several seconds and I was absolutely delighted because there’s so many beautiful things that happen every day all the time, but we don’t stop to get to experience them.
So today, if I had any advice to give, it would be this:
Find a spot where you can sit and be fully present and notice all the tiny blooms life is showing you. And let that be enough for now.

29/07/2025

Day whatever it is: I had to take a moment to brag about my son. He’s so funny and compassionate and a damn great writer. He comes up with storylines I could’ve never imagined and this past weekend he did his very first open mic.! I am so crazy proud of him! It means so much to me to see him grabbing life and really enjoying it. Writing has been a salve that is healing him and our family. Can’t wait to see where he goes with it. He’s the coolest. And I’m lucky to be his mom. Thank you for this moment ! 👏 👏It means more to this mom than I can say. ❤️ #

28/07/2025

Day 25 Writing Challenge: I KNOW you can do hard things but are you doing them? Or are you letting the enormity of the task sink you? If so, break it up into its tiniest parts and do one of the tasks that feels doable to you. It’ll get you a little closer to where you want to go. Try it. It works!

26/07/2025

Day 24 Still Writing: Today I completed a small task but it was a piece of a bigger task that seemed too huge to achieve. And I felt good about the approach towards something bigger. Martha Beck would call these “turtle steps.” You take the smallest step that still feels good to do and begin there. This is a reminder to take a step, however small, in the direction you want to go. You’ll be much more likely to get there. And you’ll feel good about yourself. 😊

25/07/2025

Day 23 Writing Challenge:

I wrote this tiny poem a couple of years ago (Inwas reminded recently that editing is writing too.) while Matt and I sat by a fire in Hiawassee, Georgia. It was cold, as we listened to music and laughed, picking out our future karaoke songs. Matt, you owe me a duet! Sorry about the song! 🤣❤️

Campfire poem

If I held your soul up to the light,
It would be a prism
Clear, simple and true
Irrefutable proof that love exists

24/07/2025

Day 22 Writing Challenge: Way to go, Me! One of my friends congratulated me for making last week happen for my daughter. She’s a basketball mom and knows well all the time and planning, the physical, emotional and financial expense. Up until that moment, I hadn’t stopped to pat myself on the back. Thank you for your simple text of “Wooooow!!!!! You did good mama!” You gave me the pause I needed to recognize all the effort that led to my daughter’s moment on stage. Cheers to me (with sparkling grape juice 😁)!

23/07/2025

Day 21 Writing Challenge: Planetarium
We held hands silently in the dimming light of the dome Contemplating the miracle of us
Grateful to be but a speck in the vast nebulous infinite
Did you know I cried to acknowledge the impossibility of the moment? The three of us gazing up, mouths open in the breathlessness of awe.
In 100 years, no one will know our names.
Our hurts and wounds will be erased.
Our thoughts recycled into a jumble of archaic letters , indecipherable
The collective unconscious sighing with new life and old wisdom
Will you open your arms, your heart to us?
Will you regret the logic of not surrendering to it all?
It doesn’t matter.
As long as I live, I’ll have the magic moment of our starry eyed wonder interlocked, a galaxy all our own.

21/07/2025

A Dream for the Future in an Unexpected Place
I pulled up to a red light after a long week of fun and excitement, of running errands
and esteem-building for my daughter and myself alike. She had been attending Girls
Rock Camp St. Pete, an inclusive music camp for girls which culminates with a
performance at Jannus Live, one of Tampa Bay’s best concert venues.
My car was packed with leftover food and clothing from our stay. I was headed home.
A man with a small cardboard sign stood at the intersection.
Whenever I see someone like that, I wonder sadly what their lives were like to have
culminated in them having to ask for food at street corners. I also size them up.
Would I feel safe opening the window for that person?
I size myself up too.
Am I coming from a place of abundance and kindness? Do I have anything to oﬀer?
Sometimes all I have is a smile and a nod and I think about how many people drive by
and don’t acknowledge them at all.
I was conflicted.
I was exhausted and ready to be home. I had driven around A LOT as well as shopping
for a costume for the show and finding places to work away from home.
I took a breath and motioned for him to come to my door.
I reached inside my bag and pulled out some nonperishables: chips, a cup of ramen,
an apple sauce, a Cocoa Krispies box; and handed it to him.
He was so grateful it almost embarrassed me for having hesitated.
I told him I was returning home from a week away and had leftover food so it was no
problem at all.
“Where you coming back from?” (more in comments)

21/07/2025

Day 19 Writing Challenge:
This week, I watched my anxious, shy kid, the one who doesn’t like to be around new people, go to a week long music camp and make friends. I saw in her an enthusiasm I haven’t seen her have for anything else.
Last night, I watched as she got up on stage and played, not one, but two instruments. And she did it with the graceful, laid back attitude of a seasoned performer.
I knew in my heart that it was in her all along. But I don’t think it would have been possible without Girls Rock Camp Saint Pete. Thank you for helping my girl become the confident rockstar I always knew was in there. Your unique blend of empowerment and rock and roll, badass attitude was the key to get her to take the risk .
There aren’t enough words of gratitude to tell you what this really means to us. Thank you thank you thank you!

19/07/2025

Day 18 Writing Challenge: What makes you feel like the real you when you wear it?
I’m feeling a little down and have nothing I really want to write about so I’m sharing my favorite hat from Peru (Thanks, Matt!) and my new favorite head wrap (which doubles as a bandeaux. How cool is that?) because when I wear them, I feel like myself. I feel strong and confident. I feel like I’m shining and have a little more swagger. I feel…magnetic!

18/07/2025

Day 17 Writing Challenge: Tonight my daughter and I played in the darkness of the playground on the Saint Pete Pier. It wasn’t planned. It was a spontaneous wandering through the twinkling lights of Straub Park. Walking in the darkness, I could see the fleeting child in her; not yet too cool to hold my hand but reticent. I wanted to show her that Light art exhibit near the playground so we walked on. I couldn’t wait for my sweet girl to see it. unfortunately, it wasn’t on but when she saw the playground sign, she asked in a sly tone, “Is it open?”The rule follower in me didn’t wanna go in, but the other playful, silly and free part of me did. She really wanted to go so we did. We wandered through the playground and it was almost empty, which is very rare in this popular park. Of course, she wanted to go to the tallest structure and go down the winding slide. I wanted to too but hesitated. She went on her own first, and then I wondered aloud if I would fit through the mesh lattice that led up to the slide’s opening. I take off my hoodie and begin to climb. I’m almost all the way to the top. I pause to get my footing. She cheers me on and encourages me and that warms me. I go down the slide first, and I thought she would be right behind me but instead she’s waiting for me at the bottom. That surprises me, but then I think about how many times I’ve waited for her at the bottom of the slide wanting to see the joy in her face; a big toothy smile and laughter. It’s the best! When we were ready to leave, we talk about an upcoming concert she’s in and how she has mixed feelings of excitement and fear. It feels so good for her to trust me enough to share this with me. I reassure her that she knows what to do and is a great performer. We once again pass the twinkling lights and the trail doesn’t seem so dark anymore we spot a marsh rabbit and continue the walk back, her hand still firmly in mine.

17/07/2025

Day 16 Writing Challenge:
I watched as the leaves fell to the ground, deciduous like a child’s teeth marking the seasons, swept away in a swirl by the wind.
I thought of fallen hair, the kind I might have left behind, at home, at your place.
Maybe a strand wove itself into your favorite shirt or a pillow.
I’ve seen it happen but the how remains a mystery.
That brings me comfort, a smile to my face, knowing I’m undetectably with you every day.
The tree will grow new leaves.
My hair will grow new locks.
But, because I saw them fall, they will always exist.
Just as tiny, invisible pieces of you lie dormant in the warmest corners of my room, unknown to me, yet loved.
This one goes out to all you late night romantics.

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