A Bit About Us:
Hey! We're Emily and Sabrina, your Super Soul Glitter Gals. We're passionate about creating beautiful, luxe, opening spaces in which women can bare their souls, see themselves reflected in the women around them, and curse unabashedly whenever they damn well please.
Our partnership began when Sabrina read this piece on Huffington Post. She wrote to Emily and said, "I know your inbox must be full of offers to help, but I'm an event planner and I'd really like to help make the Super Soul Glitter Party happen." After Emily stopped laughing about the whole inbox-full-of-offers thing, she wrote back, tried to play it cool, and they set up a phone call. Emily rambled on like the over-caffeinated rambler she can be, and Sabrina laughed at all the right times and didn't get scared off.
We spent the next few months planning the first-ever Super Soul Glitter Party from our respective homes in Massachusetts and California/Texas (Sabrina thought it would be fun to do a major move while planning a big event and having a small child at home. Because OVERACHIEVER.)
We laid eyes on each other and gave each other tight, squeal-filled hugs for the first time in the lobby of 40 Berkeley the day the Super Soul Glitter Party began, and pulled off one of the biggest moments of our lives, there, together.
Becoming partners was more of a necessity than anything else; neither one of us can imagine not doing this work, and neither one of us can imagine doing this work with anyone else.
So that's that.
A Bit more About EmilY:
"Who am I to think I have something to offer?"
I've been asking that question, off and on, for years.
Finally, here's my answer:
I am a woman.
I'm a woman who's lived for 33 years. Lots of things have happened in those years. I tried to be perfect. I tried not to get in trouble. I tried to say what people wanted to hear. I tried to mask insecurity with biting sarcasm. I moved away from home. I learned that life can change.
I learned that I can change.
I experienced searing grief. I drank too much in an effort to bear it. I stopped drinking because I realized feeling things all the way was the only way to heal. I married a good, good man. I birthed our babies, who also proved to be the greatest teachers I've ever had. I learned that when you feel like you're losing your mind because of a three year old, it's really not about the three year old at all. I learned how to love my children better by investigating the deep, deep wells inside of me.
I've been many different people. I've suffered and then I've stopped suffering. I've struggled and then I've stopped struggling. I've been a person - much like you, I imagine.
For years, I craved answers and sought them out every where I could: in the self-help section at the book store and then in the spirituality section. I'd peruse Facebook for inspired quotes and crank my favorite music praying and waiting for a lightening-bolt moment that would infuse me with all of the peace, happiness, and wisdom I was seeking.
I scoured the internet looking for workshops and intensives that would provide me with a blueprint for my ideal life. I wanted checklists and action items, a surefire, guaranteed, prescribed way to get where I wanted to go.
And I often left events feeling inspired. Yet as I read my session notes and perused the ones I'd taken post-event, I noticed a trend: the ideas that I felt really jazzed about - the things that I knew in my belly I needed to pursue - were the ideas and knowings that came from within, not the notes I copied from the Power Point presentation. The right question or event or book or course can inspire - there's no question there. But the actual answers? The ones that will undoubtedly guide us toward the jobs and partners and relationships and soul-work that will provide, naturally, the life we crave?
Those come from us.
I'm a woman who's learned and is learning to navigate her way through the starts and stops, the up and downs and highs and lows and now-what moments of life.
And all I really want to do is share that stuff with you. I want to tell you about what I've learned about being a daughter, a mother, a wife, a friend, a sister. I want to tell you how I've moved from a life that felt suffocating to a life that feels nothing but boundless. I want to tell you about how I'm learning to hang onto the reins again, about why that feels both liberating and, sometimes, terrifying.
And I've gotta tell you - the two things that have released me into real freedom are simple:
- Getting really truth-y
- Personal accountability
I am a woman who wants to know your story - all the many parts of it - where it started, where it is, and where you hope to see it go.
The answers we seek are sitting right inside of us - now - waiting to be mined out.
You are the thing you've been looking for - the mentor, the all-knowing one, the solution.
Just like I'm the very thing I've been looking for.
We know every single thing we've ever needed to know.
I'm a woman who wants to do the work to get where I want to go.
And I'm a woman who wants to witness you do the same.
A Bit more About Sabrina:
I’m a new-ish mom to a 2 ½ year old boy and a longtime partner to my soul-mate of a husband. We’ve known each other 15 years. I haven’t spent that much time around ANYONE aside from my parents and younger brother. He knows way too much already. Not sure how I let it get to this point. *scribbles in notebook*
I’m a working mom, if I’m choosing an identity that the world can latch onto. I’m a proud member of The Sisterhood, if I’m choosing one few in the world seem to respect. We could throw around all sorts of labels here, but many of them are twisted and loaded and broken and so far from what they were intended to be in their purest state. So, let’s not and say we did.
A few unique-to-me identifiers: I was one of the few girls in my neighborhood growing up. I had the biggest imagination and was at times an old soul grounded as the tallest oak tree. You’d just as soon find me hours-deep into creating my own world in the landscaping of my Midwestern hometown as you would find me breaking up a fight with words of wisdom far beyond my years.
As an adult, I’ve lived in New York and Southern California and now Austin, Texas. I’m not well traveled but I certainly feel well lived. People and history fascinate me. Stories are my lifeblood. I tell them and receive them like breathing in and breathing out. Becoming a mother was really primal for me. I’ll be forever grateful for how it has connected me to others in a way I’ve never before experienced. A lot of my free time is bound up in cultivating community with other moms, other women. It feels like an important way to spend time on this earth. It seems to be part of my truth, which I’m still picking out of the fog of early motherhood. If we bump into one another, I can show you were to find the best coffee.
My family and dearest friends are scattered across the U.S., parts of Europe, Hong Kong and Singapore. I love technology for its ability to connect us with those we’ve never even met in person. That’s how I met Emily. I’m a fan of bravery in all its forms – vulnerability being one of my favorites for its ability to make your toes feel like just-lit sparklers – and Emily is a vessel for bravery to travel through at lightning speed.
I’m a spiritual person, and a believer who knows what an immense honor it is to be invited in to that corner of another person’s spirit. No matter what your beliefs or traditions, we are all part of the same fabric of humanity. It’s a beautiful quilt woven with equal parts love and fear. I’m still learning to take up space here on my square.
Finally, I’m a student of life. My study habits aren’t always the best, and sometimes I procrastinate. When I can get out of writing a paper and do a snazzy presentation instead, get your popcorn. As a mom and a wife and a woman (the order of importance shifts like a shell game), I’m always working on mindfulness and being more present. The 3x5 cards with positive memories require more time to embed in our consciousness than do those brightly colored post it notes that tell us we’re failing. Therefore, I’m grateful for practice tests, and my son gives a lot of pop quizzes. He’s an easy grader.
I was never all that good at math, but I do remember the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. Good walking partners and comfortable but cute shoes will get you all the way to the party down that dark alley.
If anybody messes with us on the way there, my pasty Midwestern visage is a terrific foil for the fact that I am a SECRET NINJA.
Plus, I hear the DJ takes requests, and I wanna hear your jam.