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I want to talk about that tiny little space between: “I would LOVE…” and… “Yeah… BUT…” 😂 Because I think we’re actually pretty good at having desires. We’re also REALLY good at immediately talking ourselves out of them. “I’d love to paint the house… but it’s expensive.” “I’d love to take the kids to Great Wolf Lodge… but he hates the city.” “I’d love a night completely to myself… but that's selfish." “I’d love Mexican tonight… but everyone else probably wants pizza.” Look ho

You can love your husband and still have days when you wonder if you even like him. Before you decide the spark is gone, try getting off his paper, putting that energy back into you, and widening the lens.

I looked around again. Not through the eyes of someone looking for problems, but through the eyes of someone looking for treasure✨

A client recently asked me, "I'm motivated to be the Girl of Fun and Light (GOFL)... but how?" I smiled because I remember wondering the exact same thing! Here's how I've come to understand it... A GOFL isn't pretending life is easy or forcing herself to be bubbly. She's protecting her joy. She doesn't wait for life, her husband, or her circumstances to hand over her happiness. She creates small, medium, and XL moments of delight. She follows what lights her up. She builds a

Hi, I'm Steph Terry. And I'm a recovering People Pleaser😆 Before the skills, I was an Olympic-level over-functioner. Weekends, vacations, holidays… if there wasn't structure, I became the cruise director, emotional manager, snack coordinator, activity planner, and low-key martyr. I thought I was helping. Really, I was running around on everyone else's paper, trying to make sure nobody was disappointed, bored, hungry, or frustrated. No wonder I was exhausted. I wasn't just ca

I used to think The 6 Intimacy Skills™ were just for marriage. Turns out, my kids have been learning them too. This summer, I was freaking out about having the kids home for weeks sans any routine before sleep away camp. My husband and I both work from home, and I could feel my inner cruise director revving up. Historically, I was convinced it was my responsibility to keep everyone entertained, productive, and off screens. And one afternoon, I caught myself slipping into old

Here’s a question that completely wrecked me (in the best way): Am I protecting myself… or am I punishing my husband? Yikes. When we’ve been hurt, protecting ourselves feels like the obvious choice. We zip it up, lock it down, and promise ourselves we’ll never feel that kind of pain again. No more leaning in. No more flirting. No more vulnerability. No more risking rejection. Makes sense, right? Except… I realized something. Sometimes my “protection” wasn’t actually protectin

For years, I thought being the best wife meant doing more. More helping. More sacrificing. More accommodating. More managing. More giving. Then one day I bought almost $200 worth of flowers💐 And strangely enough, it made me a better wife. A few years ago, I would have stood in the checkout line doing mental gymnastics. This is excessive. I should save the money. This isn’t practical. I don’t need this many flowers. But standing there today, I noticed something had changed. T

From Survival Mode to Safe Connection You know those moments when your husband says something and your brain immediately goes: Ohhhh, so we're fighting today 🥷 Yeah. The moments where your nervous system grabs a sword, drafts a closing argument, and starts building an emotional courtroom before he’s even finished the sentence. Been there. The emotionally loaded quickdraw is real 🔫 Here’s what I’ve learned from The Six Intimacy Skills™… The first message isn’t always the rea

Let’s clear something up right away. Resentment doesn’t mean you’re ungrateful. It doesn’t mean you’re difficult. And it definitely doesn’t mean you’re asking for too much. Resentment is information. It’s like your emotional smoke alarm going off saying: “Hey… something feels out of balance.” You know the feeling. The tight chest when someone asks “What’s for dinner?” for the fifth night in a row. The quiet eye roll when you planned the whole trip but someone else gets praise

When someone asks how you’re doing, do you have an automatic “I’m fine” response too? Y’all know the acronym for FINE, right? F – Frazzled I – Irritated N – Nervous E – Exhausted Or my personal favorite: FINE = Fuming Inside + Nice Exterior 😏 Want to know what creates intimacy faster than a perfectly planned date night, a sexy new bra, or another exhausting “communication talk”? Vulnerability. Not oversharing. Not emotional dumping. Not a three-hour relationship summit at 1

It usually starts off sounding innocent… “He should have checked in.” “He should have noticed.” “He should want to help.” And just like that—construction begins 🏗️ Not on your dream home… On your resentment. Because every expectation we carry (especially the unspoken ones) quietly sets a trap: 😇 If he meets it = relief 👿 If he doesn’t = disappointment ➡️ frustration ➡️ resentment And here’s the sneaky part no one talks about: Expectations are just control in a cute outfit

Loving my husband means helping him improve, right? Busted! With The Six Intimacy Skills™ I realized being “helpful” in wife language is actually “critical” in husband language. When I switched out the cast iron he was using to cook the bacon in, took over the holiday travel plans, undid how he loaded the dishwasher for crying out loud, the message I was sending was, you’re wrong and I’m right. Now it’s clear why my husband lost motivation to take initiative. I was totally un

You’ve heard of personal hygiene but what about energy hygiene? If you’re anything like me— a woman holding space for kids, clients, friends, fur babies, a marriage, and your own wild and beautiful life, you know what it feels like to carry more than just your own to-dos. We pick up people’s moods, expectations, tension, and sometimes even their anxiety. It’s like our nervous systems are sponges disguised as skin. That’s where energy hygiene comes in. And once you understand

If you’ve ever sighed, “If I don’t do it, it won’t get done,” this one’s for you, sister. For years, I wore my busyness like a badge of honor. I had schedules with Post-it notes, honey-do lists, menus on the fridge, and endless tabs open in my brain. Meanwhile, my husband got the leftovers — just the crumbs of my time, attention, and very little patience. One Saturday morning, while I was frantically scrubbing the cast iron before heading to soccer practice, my husband asked

Ever get stuck in the masculine hustle when what you really crave is your feminine flow? This weekend, after a stomach bug explosion (you know the kind) decimated our twins, I was scrubbing the bathroom and muttering to myself when my husband walked in. I told him I needed to watch a YouTube video to figure out how to attach the front license plate to my new car. He looked at me a little wounded and said, "Babe, you don't need YouTube. I've got you." Cue the lump in my throat

Maybe self care isn't about more, maybe it's about the right kind. Some of these will feel fun, some might make you roll your eyes. If it feels like a stretch, skip it. Or... lean in and see how you feel✨ What's the best thing that could happen if you stopped escaping your life and started actually enjoying it? 👑 SELF CARE SAMPLE MENU 👑 🌿 Creative Self Care | Play in imagination. Spray paint furniture. Pick up the ukulele. Sketch caricatures on YouTube. Experiment in a dar

... it's the everyday sparks that keep you feeling like soulmates instead of roommates. Want to spice it up and get back into girlfriend mode? Let's Go