Hanging Onto Love (Something I Did After My Mom Died)

To making things special…

We’re at that age, I keep thinking. Hours ago I sent another friend/client my condolences on the loss of her beloved mom.

I then walked into my closet to change for dinner and was reminded of something I did to help my nervous system soothe, to continue to make things special (my Mom loved doing that) slash help me continue to create what feel like moments, maybe even special memories with my Mom, even though she’s not here.

How do you that, you might ask?

Well, there are many ways. One involves or has involved for me, hanging her clothes, now mine, on uniquely colored hangers so that when I see them, I take a moment, I pause… and so far, that’s what I do very often. It puts a pause in the rush of my day. I smile, my mood elevates or calms. It’s magical, really. I didn’t expect it.

My own clothes have hung on these pink hangers and so I chose white for hers.

I have quite a few of her clothes (she was taller but we wore just about the same size and our style was similar), so I have many creamy hangers flanking or saluting me when I walk into my closet.

It’s not so much the clothes or hangers that bring up the sweetness (although the clothes do help — I remember her wearing and loving a lot of these items), but more the tenderness around the decision that went into doing this in the first place, to making remembrance a daily thing (it’ll be three years in six days and she comes to mind, clothes, hangers or not, at least a few times per 24 hours).

I love that.

And I love her.

To all who have lost a mother (maybe even a couple mothers, biological or not), and no matter how long it’s been, my love, lots of it, to you and you and you.

Enjoy your business, enjoy your life! 

Life is good,

Michelle Ghilotti
Success Designer, Brand Activator & Social Entrepreneur 

Sad Photos β€” Why Don’t We Take Them? (I Do)

Question Everything…

Why don’t we take photos of ourselves when we’re sad? (As an experiment, I started taking these shots over the last year, here and there, and have experimented with not adding filters to photos, as well…what will it feel like, I’d ask?).

Usually, the photo — the “selfie” — where we think we look beautiful, sexy or right is the one shared, but the other end of the range of emotion we keep from others or end up keeping to “deal with” in silent.

Why isn’t sad right or worth sharing…why haven’t you and I made it so so that a deeper connection is primo? I’m working this out for myself…

The other night as we watched the game at this fun pub in Dublin, I started to feel tears come up, a rush of emotion came over me.

At that moment, I realized that Nolan is the exact same age that my late brother Dino was (exact age) when he came to stay with us for a month in Amsterdam and we went to see England vs. Croatia (same teams) in the Euro Cup in Portugal.

You guys, it’s this exact moment again, but in another time and place and this time with my own child and not my baby brother.

But the energy is the same. There are even so many things in Nolan’s personality that remind me of Dino and have for the better part of five years.

How cool is that?

Beautiful and maybe even, “right” and shareable tears followed…

Here’s the thing ~ I sat at this pub watching the Irish fiercely cheering England on. Fiercely. And they are aptly adjacent. Many likely have England and the English in their lineage, however, it’s not their team, directly speaking.

In other words, why can’t we cheer sad on as the adjacent familial feeling to joy or the traditionally acceptable, seeing it as a part of us just as the Irish in the pub championed for England?

In other news, everything is temporary– as soon as I allowed myself to feel missing Dino, I was back to feel fully present and in joy with J & N. I won’t share those photos because I think you can picture them. (-:

If we allow the temporal, we allow LIFE.

And, question everything, but don’t question your authentic self…say, show or share what’s true for you.

Enjoy your business, enjoy your life! 

Life is good,

Michelle Ghilotti
Success Designer, Brand Activator & Social Entrepreneur 

44 years young in Paris

Forty-four years young this past Monday and these are some of the best gifts I’ve received, either those I’ve given to myself or those given to me:

Two baby brothers.

Sons, one 🌞 in particular.

Writing…pen and paper, specifically.


A mother who deeply loved my son as *her* son/sun.

Friends who plan luscious morning birthday parties in Paris complete with breakfast, streamers, balloons and om’ing/yoga’ing as families (thank you, Holly!!).


A mother and father-in-law who love to get silly with me.


My hands (able and they do stuff when I talk, plus they look like my Mom’s).




Sisters-in-law who I couldn’t have chosen better myself.

A husband who asks how he can make my day sweeter.

The practice of yoga.

Supporting women in integrating more of all of who they are in their professional lives.

Women supporting me in integrating more of all of who I am in mine.

Men supporting me in the same…


Girlfriends who act like the sisters I never had.

The Greater Good Party.

A grandmother who wore silver sneakers (I wear them, too).

Dimples I would try to erase with a pencil pushing out from within my mouth as a little girl.

The smile in my heart.
What have been some of the best gifts in your life? 

Enjoy your business, enjoy your life!

Life is good,

Michelle Ghilotti
Success Designer, Brand Activator & Social Entrepreneur 

Your Stamina (ideas people, listen up)

Ireland is AWESOME — and even more awesome when I continue chasing the next movement. 

Building it or being inside it. Body, mind, and spirit are all better for the structure, creation of challenges and adventures created to experience.

Experiences vs. things. 

Before landing on this side of the pond, and, as important as the unique experiences planned, I scheduled various workouts in each city, similar to what I’d do at home and how often I’d do them at home (I do it every time I travel). This workout with Josh and Bryan being the first. 

I was about to do a livestream about “chasing our next movement”, but then Josh told me I had to get on our next flight. Boo. But yeay.

We land to our new destination in two hours and will hit yoga. All to say — >chase your movement. What do you want to build? And what do you need in mind, body, spirit to help support that building?

Building ourselves physically is important (stamina, “work out” your last problem or idea) but the building/results that come from building ourselves emotionally are entirely unique and powerful. 

In related news, I revel in this guy’s support. Today as I walked with computer in hand to our gate finishing working on something as I walked, he held/rolled every carry-on. 

I did end up managing to do a quick 45-second or so livestream on Instagram walking to the gate and he made a cameo appearance…

Enjoy your business, enjoy your life! 

Life is good,

Michelle Ghilotti
Success Designer, Brand Activator & Social Entrepreneur