Me at one of my favorite places: Race Street Pier, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Me at one of my favorite places: Race Street Pier, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

It started when I took for granted the things I loved most, lost in a haze of to-dos and decisions on how to spend my time. 

And I forgot that the pauses in life were sweeter than I thought. 

I found the joy I lost by stopping, breathing, and noticing. 

Life took on new meaning when I slowed down to think about what I was experiencing, be it anxiety, excitement, or sadness. Moving, meditating, and mediating the in-between space through journaling transformed my mindset in just minutes.  

I created this space for those of you who feel like mindfulness is impossible. Get yourself moving, let yourself pause, and try to honor the middle way—things aren’t perfect, but they don’t have to be. The confluence of that stuck and anxious feeling about life can quietly settle if we let ourselves accept and move through it. And we realize the dregs of syrup at the bottom of the bottle are pure gold.  

These slow and simple practices, how I discovered the mapled version of me, were intuitively there all along, beneath the chatter. Trust that you can find your way there too. Confused on where to start? Try some practices and let me help you get started.

Say hello! Send me a note at mindfulcoachmeg@gmail.com or direct message me on Instagram @mapledmeg.

mapled

ADJECTIVE

  • Covered with maple trees or maple wood.

Origin

Mid 19th century; earliest use found in John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892), poet, abolitionist, and journalist. From maple + -ed.