Welcome to 2016

The last several days my Timehop has replayed messages from years past where I exclaim to the world that what I just had was the best birthday ever — hands down. It’s surprising. The near dormant snark-a-holic in me still rolls her eyes and says, “They can’t ALL have been that great.” But, you know what? My 40th birthday was SO COMPLETELY GREAT. A big part of the greatness is the endless stream of texts, phone calls and social media posts congratulating me on another ride around the sun. They might say “Happy Birthday” but how my brain interprets is “You are neat!” and “I love you so very much!” or whatever is appropriate depending on the author. Then my heart sends that sweet vibration back to their heart so I get to be loved and give love, even if only in a blink. Those hundreds of blinks add up, though, and this year’s digital birthday was so very blinky. Twinkly, even.

The offline birthday was even more delightful. My kids were home in the morning. I counseled a client later that day then had sushi with a dear friend. Another friend gifted me an evening in the Plaza District where I hugged plenty, kissed many and experienced lotsa merriment. I wore a new dress and a traveling tiara. I laughed and laughed and laughed. It was a fucking great birthday.

So here we are at the Monday after the New Year — the real MVP. It’s when the majority of us go back to work and school. It’s when even the stragglers look at that lingering holiday pie in the fridge, sigh, and realize that it’s long past time to consider pie a proper breakfast. Some make resolutions, others make goals. The bristly non-conformists roll their eyes and denounce all of the above but I have to imagine even they clear their throats, straighten their invisible ties and greet the fresh year in their own way.

I’ve made resolutions in years past and they worked. This year I’ve a list of goals to enhance my professional success and keep me who I am in my personal life (but with a whisper of betterment). Sitting here, trying to shift out of the holiday mode and into the solid path of 2016, I know what I want more than anything else. What I want is more of in 2016 is that great, twinkly love. I wanna give it, I wanna get it. Let’s do this new year thing, y’all. <3

Making space, trusting myself.


Three weeks ago I gave notice at a job I totally created for myself nearly 5 years ago. 

Like a good blogger, I wrote about getting this job: Did I ever tell you about that time I got fired?

One of my favorite things in the world to do for A Good Egg Dining Group is publicity for restaurant openings. The most recent from-the-ground-up experience: Let’s talk about Kitchen No. 324 in Oklahoma City You guys, that was some serious fun. Eating. Tweeting. Photography. People. Good stuff. 

I love this place. I came to A Good Egg Dining Group on faith that here would be a place I could grow my career and help tell the story of the emerging culture of food and dining in Oklahoma City. Little did I know I would also find deep friendships, chosen family and an environment where my professional life could thrive. I’m so incredibly grateful for my time here. I’ve always said I’d never work for anyone else — unless it was myself. 

So here I am — I’ve found a different calling. A calling that started as a whisper. Six months ago? Two years ago? Twenty years ago? It really depends on when I claim to have started listening. For sure, I really started listening (yet somehow ignoring) about a year and a half ago when a life coach I’d hired suggested I might be a life coach. I sat on that for a while.

Then, 6 months ago or so, the whispers got louder and took the risk to pursue this thing: Choosing the Mighty Life

I didn’t know answering this call would mean a big life change and certainly not this quickly. But…I know how fast time can go. I know that putting off the decision to switch careers could look like a 3 month start plan and turn into a two year dance of procrastination. I do know how life works. Two years can morph into ten in a flash. 

I also know how busy work can be. And parenthood. And the array of things I love to manifest, like Sheri’s Living Room. There’s only so much time in the day and I needed some space. 

“Letting go makes way for something closer to your truth…which is always more beautiful. Always.” ~ Danielle LaPorte, How to make space for quality to show up in your life.

I love helping people. I already have steady clients who value my help enough to pay me. I think these folks are the bees knees and am SO INSPIRED by the changes I’m seeing in just the little time we’ve been working together. I love the work. I love learning about personal transformation and human development. I love my ridiculously curious and excited mind. I love deploying the right questions at the right time to change how someone sees their situation…like cracking a door open to a whole other room they never knew was there. 

I’ll write more about this in the future.

“Letting Go” emerged as a pattern/theme in my life as I’ve got into deep inquiry. I can’t let go very well and this…THIS RIGHT HERE…is me breaking that pattern. This is me listening to the universe, doing the damn thing, trusting myself. It’s frightening and exhilarating and I can’t wait to get all the way started. 

For the next few weeks I’ll be seeing my current clients (and the ones who contributed to my fundraiser) and doing so much homework. Getting clear on exactly what I want this to be for Oklahoma City and beyond. 

1: If you want to stay in the know, I did create a mailing list for this new endeavor: http://eepurl.com/bkx5Gn

2: If you want to book an appointment, here’s the place for that: https://sheriguyse.acuityscheduling.com/

 I’m so in love with life right now. SO. IN. LOVE. 


The worship of women



When I read this Danielle LaPorte Truthbomb in my email this morning I was all, “Hell yes! Worrrrrship meeeeee.” Maybe my instinct said the world needs to take my goddess-like, sexual self into heightened awareness? But after the flash of ego burned off I sat on the edge of my bed, blinking at my phone and thought about worship.

What would the worship of women look like?

Here were my immediate thoughts in no particular order:

  • Heightened awareness of our goddess-like, sexual selves (of course)
  • Pay equality
  • The acknowledgement that a woman’s body is her domain to rule. It is not for any of the following to rule: legislators, spouses, strangers, employers, clergy, partners, or anyone else….period. 
  • Awe and adoration of the gorgeous bodies we all walk around in. You know what’s endlessly fascinating about women? The lanky limbs of the skinny, the soft and pliable wrinkles of the old, billowy curves and bumps of the overweight, itty bitties as well as big ‘ole boobies, piercing eyes, crow’s feet, jiggles, muscles, gray or curly or blue hair, bald heads, freckled or ivory or deep brown or mottled or flawless or tattooed skin, chubby or hairy or claw-lookin’ toes, or any of the million variations of what a woman is and can be. All of it is precious and fascinating and all of it deserves the world’s worship.
  • Respect in the mirror, every time. 

I’m hereby assigning this worship to all the humans, regardless of sex. Enjoy your homework because when the worship is fully underway, there’s gonna be some pretty confident, grounded and loving women roaming the planet. A rising tide lifts all boats and I get giddy at the thought of three generations of worshiped women living on the planet at the same time. Or five. Let’s max this out. 

So here’s my question: What would the worship of women look like to you?


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