Hi, I’m Corinne and I’m a Stay-at-Home Aligner 🙏

Conversation with a cute daycare kid today:

Kid: “So how come you are at home with Narra? Don’t you work?”

Me: “I do. I just get to work at home and be with Narra at the same time.”

Kid:”So you stay home?”

Me: *smiling* “Yes, I do.”

Different moms have different jobs. If we are blessed and are willing to do the scary AF things that align with our purpose, we get to do the things that fill us up with love and our bank accounts with money.

What fills ME up?

Coaching women to take care of themselves physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually first so they can be the most aligned version of themselves and teach their family how to do it too.

That, and spending all the time I can with my hunky husband and my boob-loving daughter 🤣 (zoom in to see the boob grab).

What fills YOU up?

Are you doing it already or do you need help getting there?

If you do, HELP is what I provide. 🙏 Send me a message and let’s get you doing the thing that makes you FULL. ❤️🌸✨

🌸 corinneahansen@gmail.com

YOUR mindset becomes THEIR mindset

I have always known I wanted Narra to have a better relationship with food than I did as a child.

With the help of the new nutrition program I’m using, I’ve really had to check myself and see if anything I was saying or doing right now that was something I’d want HER to do or say about food.

So now….

instead of saying something is a cheat, it’s a TREAT!

instead of having to drink water, we GET TO drink water!

instead of having treats to cheer us up when we are sad, we have special treats to help us CELEBRATE the good times we are already having!

YOUR mindset becomes THEIR mindset.

What mindsets around food are you living that you want your kids to carry on? What isn’t working that you’d like help changing?

💌corinneahansen@gmail.com

You Are a Storyteller

I am a storyteller.

I’ve always been called to tell stories that once upon a time after high school, I majored in creative writing to hone my skills in University.

I would struggle to write poetry, I would struggle to write in Filipino, I would struggle to find the words to make that A- on papers I couldn’t care less about for a future I was convinced had to be mine because everyone else around me had those goals.

Deep down inside, I knew better. I knew I was meant for MORE. More than the grades, and the glory of graduating from University.

I should have known when that assignment came to me, that assignment to write a reflection paper from a significant experience of my past, and the way it just unfolded from my heart with tears and light and love and darkness. Everything. I should have known the stories I was meant to tell were MINE because of how moved I felt when I wrote one of the most difficult stories of my life.

It was the story of the abuse I had experienced as a child. The story of how my innocence was taken from me and how it had changed my life and my family’s. But it was written in the third person.

It flowed and it was out there. But it was unresolved. I didn’t even have the courage to outright say it was me in the story. It was me. I was the 5 year old girl who danced and played with cousins while they were there but who was taken advantage of when she had no friends and was just looking for someone to play with.

Time went on, life went on and little did I know how much those 6 months of abuse would contribute to the person I am today. To the goals I would then have for my life, for my vision of family that would drive me to share my demons and USE THEM as stories to say: YES. You can do what I do too.

My stories, YOUR stories, they are always changing. Because this life is not OVER. If you are here, there is still a chance to turn it all around. There is still a shining light of HOPE and POWER that I hope you know you can step into at anytime.

It is YOURS. But you have to BELIEVE and you have to SURRENDER.

This is what coaching has done for me. This miraculous gift of healing not just physically from my diabetes and high blood pressure, but mentally from my anxiety and depression. And now this gift.. the gift of spiritual healing of my soul. From the stories that have broken many, but instead coaching has given me the platform to share it and USE it for good.

It’s a gift I want to give to as many as I can.

I’m looking for 3 women to personally mentor as coach on my team. To USE their stories for good, to help them start with LOVE for themselves so they can love others, and to feel so freaking aligned doing what they do so that the abundance they crave rolls out of them as effortlessly as that paper came from me.

If this speaks to you, if you feel you and I are connected, I need you to reach out and message me or drop a 🙏 in the comments below.

I know you’ve been waiting for something. This is it.

corinneahansen@gmail.com

Compassion is KEY

Last week Narra was on the playground and a boy poked her with a stick.

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I watched as the smile faded from her face, tears started to pool around her eyes and she hid her face from the boy who went in for another poke.

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You better believe I ran over there as fast as I could from where I was watching and giving her space to just be and experience life on her own.

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I put myself between her and the boy, blocked his next poke and told him this was not safe. He ran away and said nothing.

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My first instinct: blame the parent of the child. Who was watching him? Or NOT? Why would they allow him to do this? Anger. Mama bear. My baby was hurt. And I wanted to hurt back. I was seeing so much red it wasn’t even funny.

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And then Narra cried into my chest. She wanted to go home. She wanted to know why he did that to her.

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As we left for home on our bikes, Narra told me she would never go to that park again. That boy would come back. He would do it to her again.

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As she spoke those words that crushed my heart, I feel like I had failed. I didn’t protect her. But how could’ve I known? Maybe I need to teach her self defence? At 3 years old? Thoughts still running. Emotions still ugh.

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And then I glanced a ways over. The boy was there. With his mom. His mom was struggling. She was chasing him to listen to her. She was frustrated. She was done.

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And then my heart felt crushed again.

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And I realized the only thing I had failed to anticipate was the lesson that was being taught to both Narra and I at that very moment.

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My word of the year, my word I had vowed to live by because of all the lessons I have been taught as a coach: LOVE. To love my friends, my family, my ENEMIES. To realize at every opportunity that everyone is truly just doing THEIR BEST.

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The boy. His mom. That was their best. And my best at that moment was to show compassion and teach Narra what I knew.

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“It was not right what that boy did to you. He wasn’t being safe with your body or his. But he is learning, Narra. Just like you. And if you ever feel unsafe again, it’s okay to hold your hand out, say STOP in a loud voice and come find help.”

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Do I know if what I said to Narra was right? No clue. But it felt right to me at that moment.

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It was MY best. And a great reminder to not only show compassion to others but to yourself as well.

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So today and all days, be compassionate. Believe in LOVE. It’s probably not as exciting as anger but I’ll tell you.. from a person who has experienced trauma and telenovela style dramas in her life, the anger does nothing if your goal is to live a life of happiness.

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And if that if THAT is your goal, if you want to learn lessons and LIVE the hard stuff with me. To be there for THEIR core group: THEIR FAMILY.

And if that if THAT is your goal, if you want to learn lessons and LIVE the hard stuff with me.

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I’m looking for 3 ladies to join my team of coaches who want the same thing.

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Is that you?

A Song: Mindset Makeover

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Every morning I wake up, before I put on my make up, I say a little prayer for the workout I’m about to slay up.

Saturday’s Cardio zoo is done, now it’s time to have some fun.

Monday’s Group is a MINDSET maker, emotional-eating-beating mover and shaker.

No sweat required, that’s extra credit. This program’s here to make you SHED IT!!!

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Weight loss isn’t my goal. Except when it’s to try out a new program for my clients whose goals might be EXACTLY that.

Btw, I’ve already lost 3lbs in 2 days and on my PMS week too (seriously never happens)!

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And as you can see and read, it’s got me in a rhyming mood. Can’t be all that bad, right??!

Want to try but having doubts? Give me shout. We can work it out. 

It’s Okay to Ask for Help

It’s really embarrassing for me to write this. But I have been emotionally GORGING on food all day.

It’s really embarrassing because just the day before I posted about how awesome it is to be home and experience every one of Narra’s frustrations and victories.

But this morning it was just too much. Too too much. Too much crying. Too much pulling. Too much tugging at me. Too much THREE YEAR OLD. And I was just too much TIRED.

And if it weren’t for a friendly neighbour-turned-family who stopped by (thank you June) and gave me a hug and let me feel SAFE enough to just let my tears fall…

If it weren’t for my actual family (thank you Sherri and Oliver) for taking us out on an adventure today so I wouldn’t have to be alone again with Narra’s crying…

If it weren’t for my best friend (looking at you Amie) checking in on me and I on her and just laughing on the phone about husband hilarities for the brief 10 minutes of alone time I got today while Narra watched TV…

If it weren’t for the challengers and friends I got to check in with (Kate, Shley and Jessica) who are in this with me, who are ready, willing and PSYCHED to be coached…

I might’ve just emotionally eaten the WHOLE goshdarn house.

I don’t always know where I’m going. I don’t always know what I’m doing. But for the hour I am doing my workout, the hour I am FORCED for my OWN GOOD to do something for me because of COACHING, for the minutes I check into my groups and post my sweaty selfies, my mind is clear. I am SAFE. I feel LOVED above all else by the person who makes all the SH!T happen: Me.

So today, despite my relapse back into emotional eating, I recognize myself for being a great coach, mother, and WOMAN today. For sharing my imperfections and exhaustions with motherhood and life, for not being afraid to ASK FOR HELP and let myself cry and show my vulnerabilities.

There is a lesson in every moment of chaos and calamity. And the lesson here: It’s okay to not be okay. A shitty day does not make a shitty life. I know this because the sun will come out tomorrow. It always does.

And people ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS are ready to help if you just ask.

So lady, if you’re suffering in silence and you’re waiting for someone to reach out and ask you if you need help, summon up the brave badass ovary power I know you have and REACH OUT. You got this girl.

Help, LOVE and energy is always available to those who ASK.

I’m here for you and I’m ready to help. Just ask.

Parenting is FAILING

Today I feel like I FAILED motherhood.
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Because 15 minutes before this photo was taken, I locked Narra in the house while I watched her cry through the sliding glass door I held shut so she couldn’t follow me onto the balcony.
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Because I was DONE. Because I needed a break. Because I was tired of explaining why I couldn’t carry her, make a phone call, get lunch ready and talk and look at her all at the same time. Because my every minute of the morning had been dedicated to her so I might have a minute to myself later just to breathe.
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So she cried. And I watched her tears fall. And then I felt like shit.
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I felt like a shitty mom for not being able to do the ONLY thing this kid wanted from me. Be there.
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And then I remembered to cut myself some slack. I was doing MY best.
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And then I remembered SHE was doing her best too.
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In her tiny Narra ways, she was being the biggest and best version of herself. While I did my best to be mine.
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I let the sliding door open. We hugged each other, both apologized and asked if we could try again.
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And so we did.
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And here we are.
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15 minutes later, fed, no longer hangry, surrendered to the Universe and HAPPY.
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Sometimes parenting is FAILING. And showing your lovely littles that you can come back from it.

 

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