The Gift of Clarity
This week, I’ve been sitting with the word clarity — what it really means, how it feels in the body, and how much it costs to find it. For most of my life, I thought clarity was about decisions. Now I understand it’s about honesty and it’s about having the courage to see yourself clearly without filters, distractions, or performance.
Today, I want to share something deeply personal. This is a story about healing, release, and what happens when you finally stop numbing and start listening.
My daughter’s name is Clair — spelled without the “e.” I named her after my paternal grandmother, Virginia Clair. I didn’t realize at the time that her name would become a mirror for my own journey. For years, clarity was something I chased, a state I thought I could think my way into. But clarity isn’t something you find in your mind. It’s something your body reveals when you finally start to listen.
After my daughter was born, I was diagnosed with postpartum depression and anxiety. What no one told me was how long that fog can last, how it quietly embeds itself in your nervous system, teaching you to live in survival mode long after the danger is gone.
For years, I did what I thought I was supposed to do: build, perform, achieve, care for everyone else. But inside, I was exhausted. I used food and alcohol to cope, to soothe the ache, to fill the silence, to reward the effort it took just to keep going. I didn’t realize how much those patterns were dulling my inner voice.
At first, the idea of giving them up felt impossible. Wine was how I unwound. Sugar was how I celebrated. They were small, acceptable escapes, until they weren’t.
The truth is, I didn’t quit to be better. I quit to see.
When I released alcohol, the fog began to lift. When I healed my relationship with food, my body began to trust me again. The physical changes are visible—you’ll see them in the photos I’ve shared below—but the real transformation happened inside.
This isn’t necessarily about weight or losing it; it’s about alignment. But clarity has a way of reshaping you, inside and out.
Over the last five years, I’ve gone from a size 14 to a size 4, not because I chased thinness, but because I got clear on my priorities. I started eating clean and moving my body daily, not to punish it, but to honor it. Food became fuel, not a vice. Movement became medicine, not obligation. My body is simply reflecting the peace my mind and spirit have finally found.
My mind got quiet. My intuition got louder. My energy softened. I could feel again, and at first, that terrified me. Feeling meant facing everything I had numbed. But slowly, I realized that clarity is what love looks like when it stops performing.
This season has taught me that I don’t need to search for answers outside myself. I trust my inner knowing now. It always tells the truth. There’s a reason I keep coming back to the word clear. In spiritual language, there are the Clairs: clairvoyance (clear seeing), clairaudience (clear hearing), clairsentience (clear feeling), and claircognizance (clear knowing).
When we release what clouds us—the coping, the noise, the substances, the overdoing—our clairs awaken. We start to see what’s been true all along. We start to feel what’s been waiting to be felt. We start to know what we’ve always known.
That’s the real gift of clarity: it doesn’t make life easier, it makes it truer.
In my CARE™ framework, clarity is the first step because everything begins with seeing yourself without distortion. It’s about learning to pause long enough to recognize what’s real, what’s habitual, and what’s no longer aligned. Clarity invites honesty — not the kind that critiques, but the kind that reveals. It asks you to remove the noise, to get quiet enough to hear your own truth, and to trust what you find there.
It’s not about perfection. It’s about presence. When we see clearly, we stop performing and start participating in our own lives.
Coco Note (Journal Prompt):
Where in your life are you still blurring your own truth?
What might become possible if you saw yourself clearly, with love, not judgment?
Coco Code (Mantra):
Clarity is love without distortion.
I share these before-and-after photos not as proof, but as evidence. When you clear what clouds you, your light naturally returns. Here’s to every form of clarity: the kind you name your child after, the kind you earn through healing, and the kind that keeps you honest enough to love yourself as you are.
If you’re ready for more clarity in your life, let’s talk. I’ve been there, and I’m here to guide you to a deeper level of clarity — in your leadership, your work, and yourself.
