Level Up Your Life in 9 Steps

WTF Is reconnection and why does it matter?

Reconnection to self is when you allow yourself to admit and accept your truths, your vision and your power. It’s legit the process of befriending yourself on the mindset level,  so you know who you are, why you’re doing what you’re doing and finally step into your co-creator shoes confidently.

You can sense when you need to reconnect with yourself.

It’s an uncomfortable feeling: foggy brains, restless mind, unavailable for most things that would have brought you some semblance of real heart centered joy, not knowing what would make you feel happy.

It’s shoulder muscles so tense, they constantly touch your ears, it’s feeling your face scowl and frown, it’s headaches, tense jawlines and gritting of teeth.

It’s living in a state of ‘ life won’t be better’ that robs you of your joy.

Here’s the thing:

You know who you are. You know that you want to move far away from this state. You know you want to smile more; you want to laugh, to feel light in your body and safe in the unshakeable knowledge that everything will all turn out for the best in the end.

You want to feel pleasure and way, way less pain.

When you reconnect to yourself, you’ll start to see the world differently; it’s a slow progress that is nothing to shout about with how seamless and easy it will be.

You’ll only notice that you are unavailable to negative thoughts, toxic energy and have no interest in engaging with anything seeking to bring down your vibes.

For me, reconnection was the process of realizing I was living  not for the glory of having this life, but in the state of all things that were never-ending going wrong and using that as reasons to cut myself off from my sources of light.

I was not social, I always felt like I needed to be working ( even as I was frustratingly overwhelmed and stressed out by the business not making as it should), I used my lack of finances and the shame around it to stop myself from enjoying most things. The thought was I’ll enjoy all those things once I reached my goal.

I had lost sight of who I was as Ashlee Cox. I only saw many failures and gave into protecting myself from them at all costs.

Reconnecting with myself, challenged me to move away from that kind of famine, defeating mindset and allowed me to create a new self-fulfilling prophecy.

One that involved a happier, healthier and well rounded Ashlee.

An Ashlee that had allowed herself to grow, to pivot on prioritizing problems that only brought more of the same, to using that same energy to concentrate on her actual goals.

An Ashlee that recognized she didn’t have problems, just signs that she needed a new path to her goal and allowed herself to take them.

An Ashlee that leveled the F up!

And I did it with the help of the Level Up Journal Prompter.

The Level Up Journal Prompter is available right now.

This book with its nine chapters will take you on a journey of self discovery like no other resource can in this day.

Chapters: Reconnection, Limiting Beliefs and Triggers, Stories and Paradigms, Self love, Trust and Belief, Life skills, Goals and Validation, Energy and Manifesting, Support and Boundaries, You, Intuition and the Struggle, Next Level Self .

I researched and wrote these chapters, complete with journal prompts, and strategic homework when I had finally started to allow myself to be more, to receive more and I still use them to this day, when I want to level up again.

There is an energy of accelerated growth within these chapters and a feeling of intentional ease and crystal clear clarity.

You’re ready to grow, ready to move from a state where you attract problems, to one where you easily attract success.

Click here to elevate your life right now.



Alee’s Chronicles: The Breakdown

“It’s going to fucking suck”.

Those words reverberate in her mind, on loop, loud as if the person who first spoke them, so long ago on that dark night is standing right in front of her again.

He isn’t.

Her mind simply wants Alee to remember that healing takes time, that it will require the sacrifice of tears, and it will feel as if her entire body is being ripped apart from the inside, only to be reshaped, stronger, better into a familiar yet wholly new image, should she survive the onslaught.

It’s Sunday, a quiet day as Alee lies in her rumpled, utterly disheveled bed, laptop open to a blinking, taunting cursor, the only alive thing in an expanse of thirsty white.

She wants to fill that white, pristine page, with dark symbols, with words that will alleviate the pain in her chest, the heaviness that is lodged there and stoutly refuses to roll away like the boulder, Alee imagines it is.

Yet, while her mind tells her she can fill that page, her body lacks the energy and her mind’s background mutterings are filling her with a sense of melancholy, robbing her of her ability to focus on the here and now, with their loudness.

Huffing, she flops back against the two pillows adorning her bed, legs bracketing the laptop and her artistic mouse and stares as she seems to be doing way too much lately at the white painted wood of the ceiling.

Everything is quiet for a moment.

She can tell the wind is flirting with the green leaves of the mango tree as they flutter and preen in the golden sunshine, can hear the breeze as it shoots through the leaves, giving them a somehow soothing, rattling sound.

She can hear her parents, chatting about God knows what just down the hall, as they bake. She can hear her breathing, low and steady and she knows that if she looks outside, she will be treated to a beautiful, sea of blue sky.

She will be able to take in the natural beauty of the world around her, blooming green in good health and  it all bugs the fuck out of her.

Everything looks…happy. It looks cheerful and full of hope and laughter, and it is not at all palatable to her right now.

Not when she feels the exact opposite. Not when she knows, a pounding headache is working itself up to the front of her brain; not when she feels so displaced.

Alee is frustrated, overwhelmed and terrified.

She has never in her life cried as much as she has over these last two years, she has never felt as worthless as she does either.

Never felt so keenly the absence of hope, of faith and the belief that she will inevitably prevail.

“ Well, this sucks…,” She mutters, turning her attention to her mobile. She picks up the rectangular piece of technology and clicks to the YouTube app.

She wants to rage out, to give this bubbling, roiling tsunami of emotion that has been making it’s uncomfortable home within her for too long an exit strategy.

She wants to let it all bleed out of her, from her pores, through her mouth, from her ears, she just wants the stress of it all to leave her alone.

She listens to old rock music. Pulling up random sounds that will allow her to scream right along to them in her head, songs from Linkin Park that will evoke the purging, though scalding tears and as they play…

…her body and mind react in sync.

She closes her eyes, lets the music rage, swell and dance with her emotions.

In those moments, she is once again teleported to that darkened beach, thin sand crunching under their feet,  leaning against her car, with her long time friend infront  of her. They had just finished eating their chicken sandwiches and they were talking about how everything was going to change for Alee.

They were talking about how she was leaving her ex, going back home and her hope that soon her business would be booming.

She’d had so many ideas then, she had way more hope then. Sad that two years of hoping and trying had almost drained it all away.

Alee takes another deep breath, murmuring the words of the songs, even as her inner voice becomes a raging, performing rock star.

“ Inner work sucks! This really does hurt!” she grumbles. “ I cannot believe that I’m choosing to feel like this! This cannot be a choice, this cannot be how it is!”

The tears prick at her sensitive eyes yet again, demanding their freedom. Alee ignores them, she is sure she is about to reach an epiphany and the loud music is blasting away all the background noise for her.

She is so close to clarity, she can feel it.

When it finally comes, it’s after an hour of a what feels like the equivalent of an inner typhoon hitting a nervous system.

It’s after the tears become criminals and escape their bonds to slide freely down her face, it’s after her chest raggedly rises and falls, needing to release the wails, but unable to because her mouth is the only thing taking orders from her and remains tight lipped.

And all the while, her heart is pumping out inner, dull painful sensations as well as blood around her body.

Clarity, comes after the headache takes her prisoner.

It comes after her heartfelt chants of, “I just need a win, please just one win!”

And the answer for all the raging storm and devastation it wrought is simple, “None of this matters. Your health and happiness does. Take better care of yourself”.

Up next, shop the book, At The Edge