✨ One year. A new name. And the truth about the mess.


Hey Reader,

One year ago this month I sent the very first Messy to Magical newsletter.

I remember sitting at my little desk in Baja, coffee in hand, watching the light come through the window and thinking–this is it. This is how I help people. I'll walk them from the mess to the magical. Through the hard part and out the other side of feeling rooted in their being, their purpose. Feeling completely fulfilled and onward we go.

The name said it all. Messy to Magical. Like the mess was a problem to solve and the magic was waiting patiently on the other side if you could just get through it quickly enough.

And for a while, I believed that.

Because that's what we're taught, isn't it?

Clean up the mess. Fix the problem. Don't let anyone see you struggling. Apologize for the hard parts. Hide the unraveling. Get to the good bit as fast as you can and whatever you do–don't linger in the messy middle longer than absolutely necessary.

We treat the mess like something to be ashamed of. Like evidence that we're behind, broken, doing it wrong.

But here's what a year of writing, a year of sitting with people coaching them through their most honest moments, and a year of my own continued unraveling in the Baja desert has taught me:

The mess isn't the obstacle to the magic.

The mess IS the magic. The mess IS the way.

The learning happens in the mess. The growing happens in the mess. The most profound moments of connection, of self-discovery, of genuine human aliveness–they all live right there in the middle of the thing we've been taught to hide.

When we rush through the mess, when we apologize for it or clean it up too quickly, we miss the whole gift of it. We miss the depth. We miss the truth. We miss the version of ourselves that only emerges when we stop performing and start actually feeling.

The mess is where the real stuff is.

And I'm ready to embrace it instead of trying to escape it.

The Messy → Magical Shift

So after one year and fifty two letters–I'm renaming this newsletter.

Not because the magic isn't real. It is. Deeply, undeniably real.

But because the magic was never separate from the mess. It was always inside it. Woven through every difficult moment, every uncomfortable truth, every beautiful act of showing up honestly as a human being in a world that keeps telling you to clean yourself up.

Because when we finally stop fighting it, when we allow the mess to simply be part of our continual expansion... something shifts. The mess becomes a companion. A teacher. A sign that we're growing into something truer. Not something to escape, but something to move through with curiosity and grace.

The Magical Mess. That's the truer name.

✨ 3 Things the Mess is Actually Trying to Give You

  1. Permission to be human. The mess is not evidence that you're doing it wrong. It's evidence that you're actually living. Showing up. Trying. Growing. The people who never make a mess aren't doing more–they're just hiding better.
  2. The depth you've been searching for. I'm willing to wager that every meaningful conversation, every real connection, every piece of writing that ever moved you–it came from someone willing to sit in their mess and tell the truth about it. Depth lives in the unraveling, not the polished version.
  3. Your most authentic self. The version of you that exists on the other side of the performance–the one who has stopped apologizing and started expressing–they live in the mess. They always have. You find that part of yourself not by escaping it, but by finally allowing it.

A Spark of Inspiration:

"Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in."
— Leonard Cohen

One More Thing!

This letter with it's lovely new name is moving to a beautiful new home on Substack. Same soul. Same Thursday. Same Becca writing from Baja with fish tacos in hand obsessively watching the surf forecast and too many feelings.

This doesn't change what we do here. I'm still here to help you discover your purpose in this moment, express your truth, and shine in your work and life. We're just done apologizing for the messy parts of that journey along the way. Deal?

You don't need to do anything. Not a single click. Next Thursday you'll wake up and find me in your inbox exactly as usual–just with a new name and a slightly different look.

The Magical Mess.

Here's to year two of embracing it together. 🤍

💬 Your Turn Where in your life have you been rushing through the mess instead of allowing it? Hit reply and tell me– I have a feeling the answer might surprise you. 🖤

Grateful for you. 🤍

Thank you for being here.

Keep trusting your inner wisdom. Keep following what lights you up. The magic is already in you.


Need some 1:1 coaching in expressing your magic? Learn more here. ❤️

📘 It's Gonna Get Messy is my unfiltered true story of heartbreak, healing, and reinvention you can snag a copy here.

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