Newsletter: July 18, 2025

Hopeless

Feeling Hopeless? You’re Not Alone.

Do you ever feel hopeless?

I do. Sometimes I get caught in fear of the future or regrets of the past. And crazy enough, we’re taught as Christians not to fear—yet everywhere we look are reminders of just how scary the world can be.

When I’m in that place, I have to ask myself: What do I actually have power over?
Spoiler: Not much. LOL.

When I first got sober, it was drilled into me: we are powerless. And I was 100% powerless over alcohol. It's been almost 19 years since my last drink, and I still remember promising myself I’d “only have one.” But I never had one. The craving always started with the first sip—not the 47th.

That’s huge to acknowledge.

The moment alcohol touched my lips, my brain lit up like a Christmas tree. It felt like the answer to my prayers: I didn’t have to feel anymore. I didn’t have to spin. I was drowning out my own brain cells—numbing everything like anesthesia before surgery. Of course, it took a lot more alcohol to pass out, but it always came eventually... if I drank enough.

This idea of power—I think it started when I was little. I told myself, "I’ve got this. Don’t cry. Just run."
So many feelings push us to run, and most of those feelings can be summed up in one word: fear.

As a coach, my job is to help others recognize that powerlessness too. Whether it’s addiction to alcohol, food, shopping, work, or anything else that numbs us, the real work is in identifying the fear—and then learning how to calm it.

And that starts with building a new toolbox.

No, not hammers and wrenches. I’m talking about the tools that help you stay in the present. It sounds simple, but it's not always easy—especially when you're bombarded by the news, social media, and people who want to focus on everything we can’t control.

One of the tools I turn to often? Pen and paper.

When I write, I feel peace. A friend once told me, "Writing is like talking to God.” And I believe it. Every time I get my thoughts onto paper, I see things more clearly. I feel less hopeless.

Then I share what I wrote with someone I trust. And guess what? It doesn’t feel so scary anymore.
That’s freedom.

I think about my grandmothers. They didn’t have social media or 24-hour news. They had friends and family. But even back then, I bet they wondered: Can I trust this person with my secrets? That takes real respect, communication, and trust.

Let’s be honest—trust is hard these days. But it’s still possible. You can find someone safe. You might need to hire someone, and that’s okay. If that’s not an option, keep searching for the person who’ll hold your heart with care. Don’t give up.

Remember that old saying? “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”
I believe it.

I'm cheering you on. And if you need help, reach out: elizabeth@elizabethchance.com

August is almost here, and I’m so excited to return to podcasting. I’ve missed it—and I’ve missed hearing from you, my listeners.

Have a blessed weekend and please remember:

You are not alone.
Love you all,
Bizzy

Newsletter July 11, 2025

Relaxing

I need change.

Do you ever feel like you’re spinning and can’t get grounded?

That’s how I’ve been feeling lately—swirling, unsure what to do next. I want peace and serenity, but where do I find it?

I haven’t had a drink in almost two decades. I don’t do drugs. So… where’s the relief supposed to come from?

I decided to take a time-out. And wow—has it been hard.

I’m 11 days into my break from podcasting and social media. In the beginning, I was so uncomfortable. I kept picking up my phone, opening my laptop, trying to brainstorm, to “fix” something. But deep down, I didn’t want to fix. I wanted to receive. To stop trying to shove square pegs into round holes.

It was time to just… stop.
Breathe.
Let go.

But stopping is hard when you live in a world that glorifies busyness.

In Europe, people pause. In Barcelona, restaurants don’t even open for dinner until after 7 PM. When I spoke to locals, they said, “Americans live to work. We work to live.”
Let that sink in.

We’re taught to want—more clothes, bigger cars, larger homes. But for what? To impress people? To feel better than others? That isn’t living. That’s performing.
Real life is about relationships. And those are crumbling, fast.

We’re all addicted to something—scrolling, spending, numbing. But nothing external can fill the internal holes. Only love can.
Love, connection, communication, and safety.

Now, 11 days into this quiet, I’m beginning to hear again.
When life gets still, God speaks.
You can’t hear Him when you’re constantly distracted.

We fill our lives with stuff we don’t need—physically and emotionally. I’ve felt uncomfortable during this break. I’ve wanted to get lost in noise and routine. But I’m choosing not to.

It’s time to listen and feel instead of scroll and consume.

What I’ve heard so far? It’s been extraordinary—and yes, sometimes painful. But I’m not stopping.
I’ll keep going.
20 more days until August 1, 2025—when I hope to emerge grounded and walking forward with God, not just spinning on my own.

If you feel like I did—ungrounded, unsure—take a break.
Turn off the noise.
Take a breath.
Listen.

The answers come when it’s quiet.

You’re not alone. If you need help, reach out:
📩 elizabeth@elizabethchance.com

XO,
Bizzy
Host of Conversations with Bizzy
aka Busy Living Sober

Newsletter July 4th, 2025

Happy 4th of July

Freedom is such a strong word, isn’t it? If you really sit down and think about it, freedom comes with a feeling. To me, it’s like extending your arms and just floating—complete surrender and peace.

I used to think I was free when I was in active addiction. But looking back, I realize I was in a prison—one with invisible, steel walls that I built myself. I reached for a drink because the thoughts and feelings were so powerful, so consuming, I believed I’d shatter if I didn’t numb them. That’s the thing with feelings—they can dictate our entire lives.

And social media plays into that. We scroll, compare, judge, and assume others are doing great based on curated moments. But what we see is not always the truth. It’s a snapshot, a performance. A picture might get a heart or a like, and for a moment, we feel “liked”—but it’s fleeting. If we rely on that approval, we are not truly free.

So this July, I’ve decided to take a break from social media. I may share moments that bring me joy, especially in my work as a coach, because I truly believe that freedom is possible—and I want to help others find it too. But it won’t come from chasing likes. Real freedom comes from within.

What’s important to me now is serenity, peace, love, community, family, and real human connection. The world is loud, and it’s our job to find stillness amidst the noise.

Here’s a challenge: What if you took 5 days off social media? Try it. It’s freeing. You stop comparing. You get closer to yourself—and to God.

I say the Rosary every morning before my feet hit the floor. I say:
“God, I surrender myself to you. Take care of everything.”
Sometimes I say it 10 times a day, sometimes 50. But each time, it brings peace. It reminds me I’m not alone. That’s freedom.

If you or someone you know is feeling stuck or overwhelmed, I’d love to help. Coaching has brought me such purpose, and it’s a gift to walk with others toward healing and truth.

Wishing you freedom and peace today.
Thank you, God, for allowing me to share this journey.
Sending love and blessings to each of you.

Love,
Bizzy

#BizzySaysCoaching #ConversationsWithBizzy #FreedomStartsWithin #FaithOverFear

Newsletter for June 27, 2025

Catching up and Coaching

Hi everyone, I have had the opportunity to coach again, and I find it so rewarding. Years ago, I was certified as a Recovery Coach, then I became a Life Coach and a Health and Wellness coach. I learned so much but where I draw most of my information is from my actual life. Years of sobriety, one failed marriage, three children and stepchildren and a second marriage is where I find my strength to share what has happened to me and what to do and not do. It is incredible how God has given me the courage and intuition to help others. It is what I am grateful for each day.

When I started my coaching in 2013 and seeing patients at my Wayne, PA office I realized that I could truly make a difference in others lives. I would have kept doing it but after marrying JF my husband and I started my podcast the coaching one on one went to the wayside. I thought I could help more people on a global level with my podcast.

Well, it worked! I have helped so many in fact the State of New Jersey recommends listening to my podcast after a person has been picked for drug court one of the things that helps people struggling is listening to my podcast! Wow that was an amazing revelation after I heard about this decision from the courts from a listener. My words helped this woman seek to get sober and stay sober.

It has been an amazing run and in August I launch my 10th year season, and I am thrilled for the opportunity and see what comes next!

But in the interim I was given the opportunity to help someone. The person was in trouble in many aspects of their life, and I have again been given a chance to help others one on one. It is amazing, watching someone get their life back and their relationship back has been incredible. Truly I believe that God works through me. Especially since visiting the Blessed Mother in Medjugorje last year. Patience and kindness are my motto, not to mention the ability to really listen to another individual. My gift is helping people feel safe when they feel like they have no one else to turn to.

Since my latest trip to Europe, I have been hearing from listeners that they are having a hard time with loved one’s struggling with addiction. I acted and designed a free downloadable that you can find on my website https://www.busylivingsober.com/bizzysayscoaching. If you think it could help go take a look and if you wouldn’t mind signing up to be included in my mailing list that would be great to.

Looking back when I originally started Sober Not Ashamed, my main mission was to change the way an addict feels, less alone and more accepted into society. It isn’t their drinking or drugs that make them sick it is there thinking. No more shame. Today, it has become more about wanting the addict and their families to feel less alone. It isn’t about the past it is learned to live in the present and get into action and no more thinking.

If you are reading this and know someone that is struggling people let them know that I am back at coaching one on one and you can, or they can always tune into Conversations with Bizzy. Yes, it isn’t Busy Living Sober podcast anymore, but I will always be Busy Living Sober.

Have a fantastic weekend and know you are not alone.

Oh, btw have a Happy and Healthy 4th of July.

XOXO

Bizzy

Coach and Host of Conversations with Bizzy

Newsletter for June 20th, 2025

I’m Back—and Filled With Gratitude and Hope!

You might be wondering, “How can she be so upbeat with everything going on in the world?” I get it. There’s heartbreak everywhere—war, addiction, poverty, broken systems, and people in real pain. But here’s what I’ve learned: hope is still alive, and it often begins right at home.

For years, I thought I had to do everything myself. I was a professional juggler—managing, fixing, controlling, never asking for help. I thought needing support made me weak. But here’s the truth: asking for help is a sign of strength, not weakness.

I grew up with religion, but not in a way that made me feel like I could lean on it. I thought I had to earn God's help—or be in some extreme crisis to ask for it. I didn’t know I was already in trouble. My reactions said it all: yelling, controlling, numbing with alcohol, and even in early sobriety, gripping life so tightly there was no room for peace.

But after this long trip with my husband, something shifted. I was reminded that our relationship, our recovery, and our connection to God are everything. We need to trust more. We need to let go. We don’t have to know how it’s all going to unfold.

Letting go isn’t as hard as we make it—it’s a choice to stop gripping and start floating.

God has a plan. Even if you’ve been through trauma, even if trusting feels impossible, I promise: the things that haunt us belong in the rearview mirror.

What’s meant for you will stay. What isn’t will pass.

So if life feels like too much this weekend, take a deep breath. Close your eyes. Picture yourself in a canoe floating down a peaceful river. You’re up front, soaking in the view. God is behind you—steering, guiding. You don’t need to paddle. You don’t need to control. Just breathe, float, and let yourself be carried.

You’ve got this—because God’s got you.

Thanks for being here.
Wishing you a peaceful Friday and an even better weekend.

With love,
Bizzy
Host of Conversations with Bizzy

Newsletter for Friday June 13, 2025

From Rome, Italy

The Gift of Old Friends 🇮🇹💛

Hello my loves,

We’re in Rome! The final stop on what has truly been the most amazing journey. Just the two of us—my husband and I—wandering through beautiful cities, soaking in history, beauty, and grace. It’s been special in a way that words can’t quite capture. Seeing places, we’ve both never seen before, side by side, hand in hand. Just us.

But last night added a different kind of magic: we reunited with dear friends we hadn’t seen in years. And let me tell you—there’s nothing like it. The kind of friends where time melts away. You sit down, you laugh, you pick up right where you left off, and your soul feels lighter just being near them.

It reminded me of something I think we all tend to forget true friendship is one of life’s greatest gifts. In America, we live to work. But here in Europe, they work to live. And part of living fully means cherishing the people who know your heart.

This weekend, I want to encourage you—pick up the phone. Call an old friend. Someone you haven’t spoken to in years. Someone who once meant so much, and probably still does. You never know how much joy that one call can bring.

Friendship is medicine. It’s comfort. It’s home.

Wishing you a weekend filled with love, laughter, and the courage to reconnect.

With all my heart,
XO,
Bizzy
Host of Conversations with Bizzy

Newsletter for June 6th, 2025

Ciao from Lake Como!

Hi friends!

Can you believe it? We left the U.S. on May 29th, and now here we are—a week and a day later—soaking in the beauty of Lake Como. What a journey it’s been already.

Just last week I was writing to you while sitting outside the Prado Museum in Madrid, completely jetlagged and waiting for the doors to open. Once inside, it felt like the calmest, coolest nap I never got to take! 😂 The museum was peaceful (until the crowd rolled in around 10:30), and I wanted nothing more than to curl up under a painting and snooze. But adventure called!

Madrid had that big-city energy—reminding me of New York in so many ways. It was buzzing with people from all walks of life. Yes, we stayed alert thanks to friendly warnings about pickpockets, but thankfully no incidents. It’s fascinating how these European cities feel so familiar... maybe because many of our ancestors arrived in America from places just like this.

One of the highlights? A Flamenco show! The rhythm, the passion, the music—unforgettable! It felt like a true taste of Spain’s heart and soul.

From there, we trained to Barcelona—and WOW. I absolutely adored where we stayed. Our hotel was tucked inside the ancient walls of the Cathedral Barcelona. Picture cobblestone alleys, slate roads, thick stone walls, and charming little shops. One in particular stole my heart: La Arca. I’ve linked it here. It’s where I met Nina, the sweetest shop owner, and her lovely assistant studying to be a jewelry designer. Fun fact—they made the Princess of Spain’s wedding dress and outfitted the movie Titanic! Talk about history and fashion colliding!

Needless to say, Barcelona was a hit. The architecture, the people, the paella—we can’t wait to go back.

From there, we flew to Milan and made our way to Varenna on Lake Como. Our Airbnb? Just a short stroll from the lake. The weather? Cloudy, chilly, and honestly… cozy. Jeans and sweaters have made a comeback, and we’re kind of loving it.

Spiritually, this trip has been just as enriching. I’ve been doing the St. Joseph challenge on the Hallow App with Father Mike Schmitz and Sister Miriam. It’s been so powerful. Learning about St. Joseph—his humility, his love for Mary, and his quiet strength—has been deeply moving. He loved Jesus as his own and stood by Mary without hesitation. What a model of faith and love.

One nudge from the challenge has been to go to confession. But here’s the twist—I don’t speak Spanish or Italian. Yet guess what? Our Airbnb is next to a beautiful old Catholic church. I walked in, attended Mass (in Italian), and then met with the priest for confession. Despite the language barrier, his message was clear: “It is time for freedom. Let the past go. God has forgiven you.”

Isn’t that a message we all need to hear?

So here’s my encouragement to you: don’t carry your past on your back. Let it go. Step into grace. And if you can—go to confession. You’ll feel lighter, I promise.

That’s all for now! We’ve got reels going up daily on Instagram—come along with us. There’s so much more joy to share.

Sending sunshine, love, and blessings from Italy.
With all my heart,
XOXO, Bizzy
Host of Conversations with Bizzy 🎙️

Newsletter for May 30, 2025

First day of our european adventure

We’re not waiting for someday… we’re doing it now!

Hi friends,

As I write this, I’m sipping a café con leche in the heart of Madrid, watching the world go by—and feeling incredibly grateful.

My husband and I have officially embraced our empty nester chapter. With the kids grown and flown, we decided it was time to take advantage of this season of life and do something new—just the two of us. We're not doing it big and flashy, but we are doing it right—intentionally, joyfully, and without waiting for life to slow down.

We’ve always believed that adventure doesn’t have to be extravagant, but it does have to be intentional. So we packed our bags, took a deep breath, and said “let’s go.” This trip isn’t about showing off, it’s about showing up—for each other, for joy, for new experiences.

I’ll be sharing snapshots and reflections throughout our travels across Spain and Italy, so if you’re not already following along on Instagram and TikTok, now’s the time. Expect a few laughs, some beautiful sights, and a reminder that it’s never too late to say yes to new chapters.

Adiós from Madrid for now—more soon from wherever our feet (and hearts) lead us next.

With love,
Elizabeth “Bizzy” Chance
#BizzySays

Newsletter for May 23, 2025

It’s All in Your Head!!!!!

Isn’t life funny? We try so hard to predict the future—and then obsess over the past. We replay conversations, second-guess decisions, and imagine every possible outcome for what might happen next. But here’s the truth: we can’t go back, and we definitely can’t know what’s coming. So why do we live in our heads so much?

Regret, remorse, shame… those feelings are heavy and draining. And sure, we can learn from the past (that part’s important!), but staying stuck there? That’s a waste of energy. You can’t change what’s already happened, no matter how many times you replay it.

And don’t even get me started on trying to predict the future. If we could do that, we’d all be Powerball winners, right? I’ve had moments where I knew everything would go smoothly because I had the right mindset, the right plan, the right everything… and guess what? Sometimes it turned out way better than expected—and other times it crashed and burned. That’s life.

Recently, I caught myself preparing (and over-preparing) for a big event. I played out a dozen different scenarios in my head. What if this happens? What if that happens? Honestly, it was exhausting. Looking back, I wish I had just stayed present and trusted that I’d be okay no matter what.

God (and plenty of wise spiritual teachers) remind us to live in the moment for a reason. Because this moment is the only one, we’ve really got. And when I actually do that—when I stop the future-tripping and release the past—I feel peace. Real peace. That’s where joy lives.

If something from yesterday is still bothering you, ask yourself: what was your part in it? That’s the only thing you can change. We can’t control other people. We can only grow ourselves. That’s where humility comes in.

Today? I feel good. This moment is sweet. And what’s next? Who knows! But I trust it’ll unfold exactly as it’s meant to.

Wishing you a peaceful, present, joy-filled Memorial Day weekend.
No future-tripping. No regrets. And if you do have a regret—what are you going to do about it?

Big hugs and lots of love,
Bizzy
Host of Conversations with Bizzy

Newsletter for May 16th, 2025

My Daughter the Attorney — A Mother’s Pride

Tomorrow, my daughter graduates from law school!

I still remember when she was little—wanting to be strong, like her brothers, and always using her voice. Even back then, she knew she was smart. She knew she could do whatever she put her mind to. She never gave up. Ever.

College wasn’t easy. She moved to a new part of the country, far from what she was used to. It was uncomfortable at first—different, even overwhelming—but she adapted. She pushed through. And in the end? She didn’t just survive—she loved it. That city still holds a special place in her heart.

This weekend marks her first real graduation. COVID stole the first one. There were no in-person ceremonies, no parties, no big moments—just our family huddled around a computer screen. It was a loss. And it hurt. But she kept moving forward.

Today, Hadley goes by they/them. And yes, as a mom, it’s an adjustment. But it’s their life, their choice—and I respect that. I love my child. I want them to be happy, healthy, kind, and fulfilled. That’s what truly matters.

Hadley set their mind to becoming an attorney, and they did it—all on their own. I’m beyond proud. Whoever has the honor of working with them in the future (after they pass the bar!) will be incredibly lucky.

Motherhood hasn’t always looked the way I imagined it would. It’s been challenging, confusing, and at times, heartbreaking. But it’s also brought me closer to God and to the Blessed Mother. I pray every night for acceptance and peace. I know in my heart that God has a plan—even if it’s different than mine.

This weekend is a celebration of strength, courage, and perseverance. Hadley, you’ve inspired me. You’ve taught me so much. And I love you fiercely.

To every parent out there: our kids may not become exactly who we envisioned, but that doesn’t mean we stop loving them. We love them to our last breath.

Congratulations, Hadley. You did it. And I couldn’t be prouder.

With love,
Bizzy
Host of Conversations with Bizzy

Newsletter – May 9, 2025

This photo was taken in 2016 almost 10 years ago

Mother’s Day Reflections

Hey friends,

The other day I was talking with a girlfriend about how weird and hard it is to go from being everything to your kids… to being the last person they want advice from. She smiled and said, “Ah, you’re talking about the trans.”

Not transgender—the transition. Life’s full of them. And wow, going from “Mommy” to “Mom (please stop texting)” is no joke. But instead of sitting in that ache, I’m letting it go.

Imagine just being in the moment—right here, right now—because that’s where the grace is. Not in the past, not in what-if land. In TODAY.

So, this Mother’s Day, give yourself a break. Stay in your pajamas. Watch Netflix. Eat the bread. Celebrate your own way. Whether you’re a mom to kids, pets, or you’re remembering your own mom—this day is for you.

I used to wish my mom was different. I wanted her to be like someone else’s. But you know what? She was doing the best she could—and I didn’t see that until it was too late. Life has a funny way of teaching us that. And the truth? Everything changes. We grow. We learn. We love through it all.

Today, I’m thinking of my mom and of the Blessed Mother—our perfect mom who never stops loving us. She’s who I turn to when I need grace, patience, or just someone to sit with me in the hard.

Being a mom is tough, but it’s also the most meaningful thing I’ve ever done. Even if it looks different now, the love I have for my kids will never change.

Wishing you peace, laughter, and maybe a few carbs this Mother’s Day.

Happy Mother’s Day!
Love,
Bizzy
Host of Conversations with Bizzy

Newsletter for May 2, 2025

It’s May!!!

The only thing I miss about living up North? Spring. That magical moment when the little white snowdrops and tulips peek out of the dirt—just a touch of green against the brown soil. I LOVE that. Then the trees start to bud, the birds are singing, and my absolute favorite—the robins dancing in the rain, hopping through the grass in search of the perfect worm. Spring in the Northeast is truly special.

I also miss that feeling when the kids come home from school, it stays light later, and evenings are filled with sports, practices, and life just buzzing all around.

But here’s the thing: I’m not looking back. I’m embracing where I am—right here, right now. Life in Florida is beautiful, and my relationship with God has grown deeper than ever. For a long time, I felt lost—and I think that’s totally normal for us empty nesters. Some people dive into wine or tennis... but for me, it’s been about finding a new rhythm, a new purpose.

Mother’s Day is around the corner, and I get to see my kids in two weeks! I keep thinking, I want to show up differently this time. Not as the naggy, pushy mom—but as someone who’s learned to let go and stay in her own lane.

Funny enough, I keep hearing about Mel Robbins’ new book Let Them. I haven’t read it yet, but the idea sounds familiar—because my youngest has been saying it to me for years: “You do you, Boo Boo.” And it’s true! You can’t change adult kids. They are who they are. And if you give advice or opinions without being asked, you just might get shut out.

We go from being our children’s everything—their bank, chef, chauffeur, therapist—to... well, someone they’ve outgrown. And that stings. But here’s what I’ve learned: our role changes overnight. No warning. And it’s up to us to pivot.

Change is hard—but look around! The birds, the bees, the plants, the trees—they all change with the seasons. So can we.

And this is where prayer comes in. I’ve been saying this one every day—sometimes ten times in a row:

“Oh Jesus, I surrender myself to you, take care of everything.”

It’s brought me so much peace. Try it. And if it helps you too, please reach out and let me know—I’d love to hear from you.

Wishing you a joyful weekend. It’s the Kentucky Derby and Spring is blooming! Get outside. Feel the sun. Remember—this life is a journey, not a destination.

Thanks for being here. And if this message resonated with you, share it with someone you love.

XO,
Bizzy
Host of Conversations with Bizzy

Newsletter April 25, 2025

Bizzy

“The Season of Softening”

Have you ever felt like you're running ahead of God’s plan, trying to fix, force, or figure it all out? Me too!!!!

But lately, I’ve been learning that real strength often looks like slowing down. Like forgiving ourselves — not because we deserve it, but because He already forgave us. Like trusting that the messy middle is part of the story, not the end. Amen!

And in that stillness, something beautiful happens. We realize that all the running was for nothing!

We start noticing people for who they are. We start reconnecting. We remember we’re not here to do life alone.

This week, I invite you to soften.

Let go of one old story you keep replaying.

Reach out to someone, even just to say: “Hey, I’m thinking of you.”

And above all, trust that where you are today is not where you’ll stay.

God’s working — even when we can’t see it.

With love,
Bizzy 

Newsletter | Friday, April 18th, 2025

Throwback

🌸 A Little Reflection…

Have you ever just stopped and really reflected on your life?

For most of my life, I didn’t. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I honestly didn’t think I had the time. I was raised in a home where “busy” meant “successful.” If you weren’t running around with a million things to do, something must be wrong with you. And let’s face it, our world still celebrates that hustle.

If you know me, you know I’ve always been the energizer bunny—I just kept going. I didn’t know how to stop. And stopping? That meant I’d have to feel. And who wants to sit still long enough to feel all the feelings? Not me! I used to believe feelings were facts… but guess what? They’re not. Feelings are like electricity or water—they move, they change, they pass. Some are amazing, some are tough, but none of them are forever.

Just last night I told a friend, “Everything I said I’d never do—I’ve done at some point!” And at the time I swore I meant it… but life has a funny way of humbling us, doesn’t it?

If I hadn’t taken time to reflect, I wouldn’t know what I know now. And it takes courage and humility to look back and own our truth—not just the emotions, but the facts. For a long time, I carried feelings of shame, sadness, and fear… mostly fear that people wouldn’t like me if they knew the real story behind my choices.

But today? Today I can look back and say: Every single thing that’s happened in my life has shaped me for the better. From my parents’ divorce to my own, broken relationships, even the pain of estrangement from someone I love deeply… every hardship has been a building block. And for the first time, I can see where I had a role. I’m no longer stuck blaming others.

Life is a wild, beautiful ride.

And on this Good Friday—a day that still boggles my mind because it’s the day Jesus died and we still call it “good”—it’s a time to pause. To sit in the quiet. To remember not just what we’ve been through, but what we’re still carrying. It’s also a time to remember that Jesus died for all of us. For redemption. For you.

Here’s something I’ve been really leaning into lately: Hate the sin, not the sinner. Let that soak in. Because the truth is, we’ve all sinned. None of us are perfect. But we can choose to forgive ourselves and love each other anyway. That’s what grace is all about.

So today, I hope you give yourself a moment to reflect. You are not a bad person. What you’ve done in the past doesn’t define you. You can start fresh—any day, any moment.

Carrying yesterday around with you won’t bring peace—it’ll only weigh you down. Instead, try this:
Start the day by saying, “Thank you, God, for today.”
And end it with, “Thank you.”
It’s simple, but it changes everything. I promise.

Wishing you a joyful, peaceful Easter weekend. Thank you for being here, for reading my heart. I’m sending you love and prayers always.

With love,
Bizzy 💗

Newsletter — April 11, 2025

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A year ago today, I landed in Croatia!

Does your iPhone show you memories when you open it? Mine does—and today it brought up photos from Split, Croatia, where I met a group of strangers who became part of a life-changing week.

Looking back, the biggest changes aren’t on the outside (okay, maybe my hair’s a little blonder, LOL)—they’re in my heart.

When I arrived, I carried a bag packed with crystals, an evil eye necklace, and a rosary—each a little piece of how I tried to find peace back then. I believed in God, but I was also clinging to other things for comfort. What I didn’t realize at the time was all I really needed was the rosary—and Him.

I had been fooled. And I think a lot of us have been there.
After walking away from the Catholic Church in the early 2000s, life got dark—broken marriage, broken family, broken spirit—and I drowned the pain however I could. Church didn’t even cross my mind until I found the Episcopal Church: beautiful, welcoming, but if I'm honest, it was "Catholic light."

When we moved to Florida, finding a spiritual home wasn’t easy. That’s when yoga became my new "church"—the postures, the chanting, the community. I bought in completely.

Then I heard about Medjugorje. About Mary. About miracles. I never thought I’d go, but when Anne Vucic invited me, I said yes.
And everything changed.

I left Medjugorje with a new heart—and left yoga, crystals, and the search for God in other places behind. I found Him again in the Church.

Today, my mornings begin with conversations with God and Our Blessed Mother. And I’ve found more peace in prayer than I ever did on a yoga mat.

Funny enough, my coaching business is growing again too. But it’s different now: it’s not me. It’s God putting me where He needs me, to serve others.

If you're searching, don’t give up. And don’t do it alone.
We need each other. And if you ever need help, I’m here.

Wishing you a beautiful weekend — and a blessed Palm Sunday as we begin Holy Week, the most sacred time of the year.

XO,
Bizzy

Newsletter for April 4, 2025

I’m Not Trying to Be a Karen… But!

Do you ever feel like someone you’ve hired to do a job just doesn’t deliver—and you say nothing because you don’t want to hurt their feelings?

I’ve been there. But lately, I’ve realized something: it’s actually my responsibility to speak up. As someone who runs her own business, I would want to know if someone wasn’t happy with my service. Feedback helps us grow. It gives us a chance to do better. And, honestly, it shows that someone cares enough to say something.

Think about how many times you’ve switched hairdressers, doctors, or car washes because you didn’t feel respected or valued. I’ve done it more times than I can count—and I’m right on the verge of doing it again. I’m not trying to be dramatic, but if you're getting paid to provide a service, then you’ve got to show up and do your best. And if you can’t—because you're having a rough day or you're short-staffed—own it. Apologize. Let the customer know you're aware and that you'll make it right. It matters.

We’re living in wild times (I know, I say that a lot), but so many people are afraid to give honest feedback because they don’t want to offend anyone. Meanwhile, we’re shelling out our hard-earned money for work that’s… well, half-hearted. That’s not okay. We should be more worried about standing up for ourselves than we are about someone’s temporary discomfort. Respect works both ways.

Now, let’s talk about politics for a hot second. I’m waving the white flag. I’m done. No more news for me. The constant back-and-forth, the blame, the chaos—it’s exhausting. I don’t care who’s yelling louder. I care about peace. I want serenity. I want a life filled with gratitude, not stress from a 24/7 news cycle that thrives on outrage. So I’m stepping back. My little corner of the world is where I’m choosing to focus, and honestly… ignorance really is bliss sometimes. We’ve all voted. We don’t have to do it again for a while. Let’s enjoy the quiet.

At the end of the day, what matters to me is this: if I pay for a product or a service, I want it done right. And I think it’s kind and helpful to tell someone when something needs to improve—especially when money is involved. We can be honest without being cruel. We can care and still hold people accountable.

We’ve got 9 days until Easter, and I’m cheering you on if you’ve been fasting, praying, or giving something up in honor of our God. You’re almost there—keep going!

Wishing you a stupendous weekend full of light and love.

XO,
Bizzy

Newsletter for March 28, 2025

Patience: A Virtue Worth Embracing

Do you have patience? Do you trust in the process?

They say patience is a virtue... but what does that really mean?

I asked ChatGPT (yes, I did!) and here’s what it had to say:

“Patience is considered a virtue because it reflects inner strength, self-control, and the ability to remain calm and composed in the face of difficulty, delay, or provocation.”

Here are a few reasons why patience is so powerful:

1. It builds character.
   It teaches us to pause, reflect, and respond—rather than react.

2. It leads to better decision-making.
   Patience gives us clarity and keeps us from making impulsive choices we might regret.

3. It strengthens relationships.
   With patience, we allow space for growth, grace, and understanding.

4. It deepens our trust in the process.
   Good things take time—healing, growth, love, sobriety.

5. It brings peace.
   A patient heart is a peaceful heart.

You could say patience is like a muscle—the more we use it, the stronger it gets. And in a world, that’s constantly pushing for instant results, choosing patience is a quiet act of rebellion… in the best way.

Now, I wouldn’t be writing about patience if I hadn’t just learned a lesson myself.

For nearly a year, I’ve wanted to start a meeting here in Delray. I reached out to my local church, met with the priest, called (and called and called) the person in charge of scheduling the property. Honestly, I think they got tired of hearing from me! Then one day… silence. Someone promised to call me back, and they never did. I was disappointed. But instead of pushing harder, I let go. I told myself, “If it’s meant to be, it’ll be.”

See, when I started a meeting in Wayne, PA, it was easy—like, really easy. A dear friend with a senior role at the church gave me the green light without hesitation. I think part of me expected the same ease here… but that’s not always how it works.

Fast forward to today—I picked up the phone one more time, called the church… and the manager said, “Elizabeth, we have a space for your meeting!” I was (and still am) over the moon!

This isn’t just about me. It’s about our community. It’s about providing more options, more support, more places to feel safe and seen. Because what works for one person might not work for another—and that’s okay.

So here’s what I’m holding onto:
Never give up.
Have patience.
Trust that if something is meant for you, it will come.
And if one door doesn’t open, don’t fret—another one will.

Have a beautiful weekend.

With love,
XO,
Bizzy

Newsletter for March 21, 2025

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Time Is So Fleeting

Do you ever stop to think about how much time you waste? I never really did—until someone pointed it out to me the other day. Time feels endless when we’re young, but before we know it, we’re past the halfway mark of the average human lifespan. At 56, I’m there now. Sure, I could live to 100, but 112? Only God knows the plan.

How many times have you made plans with someone, only to show up late—or worse, not show up at all—thinking it doesn’t really matter? Well, let me tell you, it does. That person who was waiting for you just lost time they’ll never get back. And let’s be real—there’s no time machine (except maybe the one on a Mac computer).

Why do we all take time for granted? I wasted so much of mine in blackouts or mindlessly scrolling Instagram—what an utter waste! The other day, I was at the Miami Open, and I noticed two people walking out of the stadium glued to their phones. My friend turned to me and said, “They’re impaired.” At first, I thought, What are you talking about? They look fine to me. Then he added, “They’re in another place.” And you know what? He was right. They were so absorbed in their screens that they were completely disconnected from their surroundings. They had no clue they were holding up the long line behind them. Their bodies were there, but their minds were somewhere else—an alternate reality.

How much time do you waste on that little handheld computer?

Lately, I’ve been paying attention to how I use my time, because the truth is—we don’t know when our last day will come. Whether we die suddenly or get sick, when that moment arrives, we’ll all wish for more time.

I’m not trying to bring you down, but this realization hit me hard this week—God was sending me a message. Life is meant to be lived, not wasted!

I almost went to the Miami Open alone this week, but at the last minute, a friend—who had never been to a tennis match in his life—asked to join. He’s in his 70s, and we had a marvelous time. If I had stuck to my original plan, I would have missed out on that experience.

And then, just hours later, I was in a meeting where the topic was—of all things—time. A friend of mine was talking about how great life was going and how excited they were for the weekend ahead. They had so many plans, so many choices. And then, just like that, their world was turned upside down. Everything changed in an instant.

Life can shift on a dime. Please, don’t take it for granted. Enjoy each day. Some days are hard, but if today were your last, how would you want to spend it?

Love. Laugh. Be grateful. And always remember to pray—God is listening.

Sending you all big hugs and love,

XOXO,
Bizzy

Newsletter March 14, 2025

Discovering St. Jude and Finding True Peace

This morning, I was listening to a prayer to St. Jude. Now, I’ve always known St. Jude as a children’s hospital for very ill kids, but I never really knew who St. Jude was. Turns out, he was one of Jesus’s apostles and is known as the Patron Saint of lost causes and desperate situations! How did I not know this? I could have been praying to him for years because let’s be real—I’ve felt lost and desperate more times than I can count.

During this holy season, I am learning. Listen to that—I am learning! For so many years, I ran from learning, from stillness, from facing myself. I picked up things—booze, shopping, distractions—to soothe, to escape. It never once occurred to me to pick up a book or start praying.

Yesterday morning’s Lent Pray 40 on Hallow featured Shayne Smith’s journey to becoming Catholic and how he found God. It was an incredible story, and what blows my mind is that five years ago, I wouldn’t have even thought to download a religious app. Sure, I did yoga and meditations that weren’t explicitly religious but were “spiritual.” But what does that even mean? Spiritual?

So, I did what I always do when I want an answer—I looked it up. Here’s what I found:

Religion:

• Organized System

• Community Oriented

• Defined Teachings

• Moral Code

• Faith in a Higher Power—God

Spirituality:

• Personal and Individual

• Flexible and Open-minded

• Inner Experience

• No Fixed Doctrine—you pick…

• Connection to the World, Nature, God, or Your Higher Power

You can be both spiritual and religious. I tried that route, but something always felt unsettled, like I was still searching for something I couldn’t quite grasp. I took yoga, got certified as an instructor, went to sound bowl healings—nothing gave me what I was looking for.

It wasn’t until I started praying every morning and asking God for guidance that I finally found what I had been longing for—true love of God and trust that He is in charge. That I am not in control, and that’s okay. I’ve had to learn to live in the day because that’s where true peace and serenity exist—in the moments.

Recently, I had lunch with someone who has no religion and actually thinks religion is terrible. They believe it’s made up, the cause of wars, just another way to control people. And look, they have every right to believe that. But as I sat there listening, I couldn’t help but feel sad. At the end of life, what will she have? A belief that she was in control? I don’t think any of us are truly in control of anything.

That’s where St. Jude comes back in. If he’s the patron saint of the impossible, then I can pray for my friend. Not to change her—because that’s not my place—but to pray that she experiences a change in her heart before her time is up. And let’s be clear, I want change too. I want to humbly ask for St. Jude’s help in the situations that feel impossible in my life.

Because at the end of the day, it’s all about hope and love.

And I want more love in my life. Not just romantic love—but real human connection.

So, I’m sending you all my love and prayers.

XO,
Bizzy

Newsletter for March 7, 2025

37 Days

We have 37 days until Easter! Time is flying by. I don’t know if you went to an Ash Wednesday service this week, but I did, and for some reason, this year, it affected me more than it has in years past. The service was beautiful and tranquil at the same time. Let’s all face it—Lent is a deeply reflective time when you truly think about what this season means.

It isn’t about a rabbit, eggs, and going on Spring Break! It’s about Jesus and what He endured in the first century, likely in AD 30 or AD 33—scholars debate the exact year. Jesus was arrested, tried, and sentenced to be crucified. He carried His cross through Jerusalem and was nailed to it at Calvary (Golgotha), where He died for us.

Here we are in 2025, and I believe Easter is a season of reflection and gratitude. We should all feel deep gratitude to Jesus and to God for the gift of life, remembering the immense sacrifice Jesus made so that we could live today.

I think most of us are realizing that material things alone don’t bring true happiness. What we need—what we crave—is a relationship with God, a prayer life, something deeper in our journey here on Earth. Studies have shown that people with faith tend to lead more peaceful lives. Faith doesn’t erase struggles, but it gives us strength, perspective, and hope.

When Father Tim placed ashes on my forehead, I felt an overwhelming wave of love, gratitude, and honor. I love being a Christian. I love that God is at the center of my life. Prayer, for me, is like oxygen—I couldn’t imagine my life without it. Every morning before my feet hit the ground, I listen to at least 10 minutes of Hallow and pray. On the days I don’t pray, my entire day feels off… I’ll find myself wondering what’s missing, and then I realize—I didn’t pray!

When I was young, Lent was all about giving something up, making a sacrifice. And while that’s still valuable, I’ve learned that Lent is also about adding something good to your life. Maybe it’s dancing in your kitchen, signing up for Hallow’s 90-day free trial, smiling more, holding the door open for a stranger, or simply taking a moment each day to thank God.

Life is so precious. I know I take it for granted sometimes, but I don’t want to wait for a crisis—an illness, bad news, or heartbreak—to seek God. I want to turn to Him every day, just because I’m alive, just because He gave me another breath.

Wishing you a wonderful weekend.

XO,
Bizzy