Worst. Advice. Ever.

Ever feel like this?

If building a business was easy, everyone would do it. Truer words never spoken.

When I first started building my wellness business, I was hungry for advice. Since it’s 2020, the “Information Age”, I was always on the internet, especially social media. After all, it was there that I found my wellness path. Surely the business experts were on there too.

I’m a complete newbie at this yall. My collar is blue as blue can get. Although I had always had dreams of creating my own thing and being completely independent, I never did it. I gave a few pathetic attempts, but it was like throwing rocks in the dark expecting to hit something.

Wanna hear the worst advice I ever got? Don’t spend your time doing work that isn’t “producing” income. Ummmm hello. Only 20% of my effort produces any income at all. The other 80% supports the 20%. I kept glossing over the 80% and feeling like shit because I wasn’t getting anywhere.

I finally decided/learned/wised up that organizing my work space was hugely important. Writing in my journal was very important. Keeping up with a planner (even if all it says is call the bank and exercise) is important.

It’s making me feel comfortable. It’s making me feel good in my workspace. Not guilty, but good.

I love to say that my space is a “no guilt trip zone”. I should take my own advice more often. Do you do ignore your own advice?

Trash duty

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I accepted a challenge last weekend to pick up five pieces of trash that day. I accepted because it’s easy and very good for the planet, as well as good exercise bending down to pick it up. I needed to go for my daily walk anyway, so it was a no-brainer to accept the challenge.

We prepared for our walk, shoes on, house keys, mileage tracker, etc. This time we also brought two plastic bags from the grocery store. (I know I should bring my own bag. That’s a habit I’m trying to develop. Meanwhile, I have way tooooo many of those things.)

The street in front of our house is about 100 feet away from our front door, so we start there with our trash pickup. Within the length of our property line, I had picked up fifteen pieces of trash. Far exceeding the five I had promised to do.

The bag was only about half full, so we turned the corner to get some more trash. Because frankly we were astonished with how much trash was just thrown out. Within ten minutes both my friend Charlie and I had filled up both of our bags.

At this point, I was thinking, well, I came out to get some exercise and to walk. But there is so much trash that I feel like I should spend my time picking it up. It was a dilemma I hadn’t faced before.

We decided to do both – pick up trash and get our walk in. We went back to the house (we hadn’t made it around a second corner yet. We weren’t far from home.) We threw our two original bags in our trash can and went inside for more. We brought three bags with us.

By the time we had walked two blocks, we had two bags filled. We threw those in the local quick shop’s bin because it was probably mostly crappy junk purchased from their store anyway.

We held onto the third bag for a little bit because we were out to get some walking exercise but the trash we were passing became almost like some sort of ghost calling us. It wasn’t too long and we started filling the third bag.

Mind you, we had already filled and properly disposed of four full bags at this point.

The fifth and final bag of garbage was 90% single use plastic beverage bottles!

So, I have two points about this endeavor.

  1. Combining trash pick up and exercising works but it feels like I’m not doing an effective job at either of them. So exercise or pick up trash. Also in some areas it may take you a while to pick up five pieces, but in my little town it took less than two minutes. Houston, we have a problem!
  2. The second point is that the vast majority of the trash was junk food and sugary beverages. When did we get so indoctrinated to purchase crap from the gas station? When did we start feeling like we had to have that thing with all the sugar just because it’s there? Has advertising and marketing done such a good job that we aren’t even conscious of our habits anymore?

There’s a soapbox with my name on it. But seriously, what is wrong with us today? Can we begin to answer that question?



Gratitude – June 27, 2019

Thank you Goddess of Abundance. Thank you Goddess of Wisdom. Thank you Goddess of Harmony. Thank you Goddess of Trust and Truth.

Thank you Mother Earth and Father Sky for this beautiful day. Thank you for the sunshine and the warmth.

Thank you Jes for choosing me as your mom. Happy Birthday tomorrow! We had a lot of laughs. Thank you!! I love you!!

Thank you for my desk. Thank you for my kitchen. Thank you for my bathroom. Thank you for my home.

Thank you for my ambition. Thank you for my brain. Thank you for my intelligence.

Thank you for my courage.

Thank you Inner Goddesses! Thank you Goddesses – the known and the unknown.


I cheated on Grandma


I cheated on Grandma with black bean brownies.

My Grandma was an excellent cook. She did a lot of it, with having six kids and all the grand kids coming to visit. My favorite was her butter beans. That was back in the day when most of us ate locally. Food was locally grown and locally consumed. So maybe it didn’t take a lot to be a good cook back then. Perhaps the ingredients were so good that all one had to be was competent and the food tasted delicious every time.

I think she cooked some stuff from a box – maybe a cake now and then, but I also remember her making most of her desserts from scratch. She made it look so easy. I had no idea…. As a kid, I guess most of us don’t have any idea.

I grew up with a lot of activity in the kitchen, and still to this day the kitchen is my favorite room in the house. I like cooking, but I’m getting off topic. Sorry about that, but those butter beans.

Forward to the year 2018 and our food supply is very different. Our food travels on average 1500 miles before reaching our plates. Wheat used to grow eight feet tall. Now it’s around four feet tall and the varieties are minimal. It is a little off topic but did you know that it is now common practice to spray wheat crops with a chemical that makes it brown faster so the big farmers can harvest it sooner thereby getting to plant the next crop sooner? And that wheat goes into our brownies – chemicals and all.

Thank goodness for good innovative cooks because they are experimenting and finding new ways to use food that hasn’t been debilitated to the point of causing dis-ease.

Enter black bean brownies. As you can see in the recipe, there is no flour.  Experimental cooks – or food innovators – have discovered alternatives.

So. I made these. I actually doubled the ingredients because one can of beans just didn’t look like it was going to make many brownies. I’m used to have a pan of brownies for a couple of days – not something that I’m going to eat it all at one sitting. So I doubled the recipe. And of course the cooking time was about 10 minutes longer. No biggie. I just kept checking it by inserting a butter knife into the center. When it came out clean, the brownies were done.


I added extra chocolate chips – dark chocolate. Next time I will add them after blending.


These look a bit dry don’t they? But they aren’t. They would be if this was made from flour but fully cooked beans aren’t dry, so neither were the brownies.

And since I’m complete obsessed with essential oils, I did this.

After all, it’s in the recipe. And I got this particular recipe from our doTERRA team. Chocolate and orange? Yes!! I only got hints of the orange flavor and it was very pleasant. I don’t believe it was necessary, but there was an added flavor dimension. That’s always nice.

Ok, so this was not only the first time I made black bean brownies, it was the first time I ever ate them. Now this recipe is “healthy” so it used honey instead of sugar. While I was putting the ingredients together, I thought there was a lot of honey in it since I doubled the recipe, so I  didn’t put as much as was called for. I did put about a cup in there though.

My first few bites weren’t sweet enough so I drizzled a little honey over it. Ok, so check – sweetness is there. And the chocolate fix is definitely there. (Have you tried dark chocolate yet? You should!)

The thing that got me at first was the texture. It’s pretty hard to describe but these obviously weren’t my Grandma’s brownies, or even my mom’s…. But since they are healthy – hello black beans – I ate a second one. My brain had gone through the necessary adjustment and it was sweet enough without adding more honey. And this gritty-ish texture was more acceptable.

I wanted to write this blog because we have to change our ways of being/doing/thinking. As much as I love traditional brownies, I deprive myself of them because the processing, the big AG, capitalism, my thighs…..

As I ate the first one, my brain wanted to completely reject the whole experience because it wasn’t anything I am used to. But, I persisted and they became better and better. I still have about half a pan left and my chocolate fix will be satisfied for a few days.

I had to let my mind go through some hops to accept this new way of eating. And it worked. I would ask that you allow your mind to accept new ideas, new ways of being/doing/thinking. Our world is changing. We can change with it – and thrive. Or not.

Are you willing to give black bean brownies a try? Leave a comment.

Check out my.doterra.com/suzannehorrocks for everything about essential oils. Thanks!

This is supposed to be about you, but…..

Be authentic. But don’t do that. Do this instead.

Find a pain point and give a solution.

Write like your talking to your best friend.

Oy, so much advice! At what point does it all become chatter? White noise? Frankly, bullshit. At what point does it all become bullshit? Ha!

I don’t know. I have no idea. I really don’t. Do you?

The life of an entrepreneur is a wonderful thing. Wonderful like walking a tightrope with no balance bar, much less a net. I call myself an entrepreneur anyway. That’s the normal name we are called. And by we, I mean people that are answering the call to break out of their usual box.

Never in my 50 something years did I ever want to create my own success. I was perfectly contented to go to a job and put in my eight knowing the paycheck was going to be deposited at regular intervals. (I’m still doing that too, btw.)

Have you heard anything about a shift happening? Or needing to happen? A paradigm shift? Well, I shifted.

It didn’t happen overnight. On the other hand, it sometimes feels like it did. But it didn’t really.

Has life ever handed you a whole fucking bushel of lemons? Oh ya, I hear you sister.

What my bushel of lemons taught me was to feel the feels. All the feels. Good and bad. I’ve learned too that I can feel bad – and –  I have the power to change it.

– I. Have. The. Power. To Change.

And – So. Do. You.

You don’t have to know a single thing either. Not consciously anyway. Did you know that we are only conscious of 3% of our brain activity? The other 97% does things like grow our hair, modulate body temperature, digest food, breathe.

The other 97% of our brain activity knows how to keep us alive. If we can get out skimpy little 3% (which is our ego, btw) to be quiet for a time, then our bodies can take over.

So, you don’t have to know a single thing. All you have to do is be quiet and listen to what’s going on inside. Not in your head though. When your mind/head/thoughts/ego wants to take back control, go back to listening to your body.

Some people call this meditating. That’s what I call it, but it’s your trip. Do what feels right for you.

That’s all the deep thoughts (haha, right….) I have for now.

Thanks for reading. I would love to hear your thoughts if you wanna leave a comment.



Do you start in the middle?

Do you have trouble starting something? Whether it be a new practice, a new blog post, a new project?

The most important step is to just start. Start anywhere. But start!

It doesn’t matter if it’s messy. It doesn’t matter if it’s perfect. It doesn’t matter that you may not know the ending, or that you can’t remember the beginning.

Sometimes there is no beginning and ending. Think about a circle. How would you ever find the starting point? What you may find is a good starting point for you, but it may be in an entirely different place for me. So just start anywhere.

Think about your favorite hike or even a walk around your neighborhood. What is the beginning for you is probably not going to be the beginning for me. But you start where you are and I start where I am.

I am starting here. Haha, with a blog post about starting. How appropriate.

I’ve been putting off writing my blog because I didn’t know where to start. It’s funny now because that became my topic. See how that works?

What are you putting off starting? Tell me in the comments. What do you want to start?

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The Journey Begins

Welcome! Welcome to new beginnings.

Welcome to a happy healthy life where you are thriving. You’re mind, body, and spirit are nourished – and thriving. Your life is amazingly satisfying. You wonder why everyone isn’t living this way. And perhaps even ask yourself “what took me so long?”

You may not know this but you have entered the “No Guilt Tripping Zone”. And the “No Negative Self Talk Zone.” Your inner mean girl may not be too happy about it though. And she’s crafty and tricky. But, she’s only trying to protect you. So be gentle with her. Gentle but firm too. – You’ve got this – .

After all, you are here because you want to live your best life.

You’re going to develop new habits and practices. You’re going to change the way you eat, the way you move, even the way you think.

Let’s be brutally honest – if you keep doing what you’ve been doing – you’re going to keep getting what you’ve been getting. It’s time to do something different, girlfriend.

It’s time to treat yourself like the Goddess that you are. Yes, you. Your Inner Goddess has been waiting. She’s ready.

Welcome to your dream life.

Path with yellow flowers