Guys, I have some hard news to share and the honest truth is, I have no idea how someone announces something like this, so I’m just going to say it. Dave and I have made the incredibly difficult decision to end our marriage. We started out as best friends 18 years ago and the truth is, that core friendship and the parts of us that work so well, have become a band-aid for the parts of us that don’t. We have worked endlessly over the last three years to make this work and have come to the conclusion that it is healthier and more respectful for us to choose this as the end of our journey as a married couple. We remain dear friends as we raise our family as co-parents and run our company as partners. We are choosing joy—even though, I’ll be honest, the last month has been one of the most awful of our lives. I want to be strong and bold and optimistic for you now, but every ounce of my energy is reserved in being those things for my children. That said, having been such an open book to this beloved community, we hope that you can allow us a human moment. We hope you can understand our need to process these changes away from social media. We graciously ask that you respect our privacy so we can focus on what matters most, our four kids and the next chapter of what our family looks like now.
I grew these tomatoes. The intense heat of a Texas spring and the fact that I don’t water them as often as I should, means these tomatoes are unique to their environment. Were they grown in another place or by another gardener they would be different, but HOW they were grown is in the makeup of what they are. They don’t even know they’re tomatoes. I am also a product of the garden I was grown in— only instead of a certain soil composition, I was raised in a country that taught me through osmosis that different skin tones suggested different values. I know we cling to the belief that “I’m not racist” or “I don’t see color” because you honestly, probably don’t realize you do. But, if you are a white American, racism is built into your being. @britbarron has taught me a lot of things but the greatest gift she has given me has been holding a mirror up to my privilege. Brit taught me (watch her Ted talk in my bio ) to see the history of America through the lens of how long its citizens actively practiced slavery. 400 years. Even if you pretend that racism ended with the civil rights movement back in the late 60’s (which we know it did not ) that’s still 400 years, or 3,504,000 HOURS of practicing and accepting slavery. 3,504,000 HOURS of white people believing that black people were property. Look at that through the lens of “10,000 hours required to be an expert”... that means that America had 350 x 10,000 hour sets. America became an expert at racism 350 times over. If you’re white in America, there’s a good chance you were raised to be a racist whether you know it or not. I have racism in me— it’s impossible for me not to have it in me even as I actively work to unlearn what I have learned and reject what I don’t even consciously know is there. What happened to George Floyd is reprehensible. What happened to Ahmaud Arbery is evil. What happened to Stephon Clark, and Trayvon Martin and Eric Garner is a travesty and if those same situations had happened again and again and again --only this time it’s white boys and girls— if these same things had happened to white people ENDLESSLY, we would have been rioting in the streets long before now. Continued in comments...
Sharing the voice of one of my best friends, who also happens to be one of the wisest women I know. I’ve updated the link in my bio so you can go watch her Ted Talk too. ——— @britbarron So, for those of you who may be newer to this crew, you may not know that one of my favorite traditions that I have is Friday coffee with my dad. This is our SEVENTH year of having coffee on Friday mornings. The last few months have thrown us off our rhythm but this morning he brought his coffee to our backyard and we are back on track! My relationship with this man is one of the most special things in my life and it’s not lost on me that after he left my house today, I was once again struck with the heartbreaking reality that he’s not safe. My love for him can’t keep him safe, his position as the chair of a graduate department can’t keep him safe, his PhD from USC can’t keep him safe. He’s not safe here, I’m not safe here. For the last FOUR HUNDRED years, black people have not been safe here. Listen, we have lost fathers and brothers and cousins and aunts and uncles and friends and no, I’m not mad about windows in target being broken. We have lost mothers and daughters and sons and so no, I don’t care about lamps being stolen. Look, we are working against 400 years of systematic and systemic oppression (link to ted talk in bio for historical context ) - it’s not going to turn around with one Instagram post. It’s not going to turn around with five years of work or ten years, we are going to give our lives to this and hope to see change and know that we are joining generations of people who gave their lives to this and probably generations more and if that’s not the fight you thought you were getting into then I hate to break it to you but we are going to be in this for the long haul. I don’t say that to sound hopeless, I am saying that so we can understand that it’s going to take a lot more than feeling sad to create change. It’s going to take work, lots of it
When you don’t get all the nap out...
I’m in love with this book! I’m halfway through and pausing only long enough to tell you to stop everything you’re doing and buy it and read it and cry and laugh and allow it to make you think. @glennondoyle ’s new book Untamed is like if Girl, Stop Apologizing had a wiser, cooler, more thoughtful best friend. This conversation about women and how we’re raised to fit neatly inside of someone else’s vision of who we should be, is a truth we MUST keep telling. Let’s talk about it so much that our generation begins to fight back against the expectations and limitations put on us by others... let’s talk about it so much that the next generation never needs books like this at all because it would never occur to them to be anything other than themselves.
“But what will all your ambition do to your kids??” “What kind of example are you setting for them?!” Everyone was so supportive about my “little” business when I first started it nearly 17 years ago but as soon as I got pregnant people started questioning why I wouldn’t give up my company to be a stay at home mom. As the business and the babies grew, the comments became more pointed and harsher. In the 13 years I’ve been a mom + CEO I’ve heard every version of these snide comments and there were many years where other people’s opinion of me being a working mother was crippling for me. It took me a long time to understand that I am the EXACT mama God meant for them to have— ambition and all. Well, today, these boys got to see their mama’s ambition made manifest. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE SEEN @thestarttodaybrand FIXTURE in person at @target and it’s just beautiful 😭 When I created this brand it was for the dreamers like me... for people who have big goals and little goals and personal and profesional goals and want the tools to make them manifest. Not everyone is blessed to have support from people around them as they pursue their purpose— years ago, in the absence of support i had my daily journaling and notebook practice. Each day i quietly kept the dreams in my heart alive on paper. That practice would eventually become my first product [my daily gratitude + goal setting journal] and we’ve since added a priority planner, a notebook and calendar. If you’re looking for something to keep you focused or to help you get unstuck or to help you create a roadmap to your goal please check out the Start Today Brand at Target.com or in a Target store the next time you’re stocking up on toilet paper. Want to see how the brand has helped people achieve their goals, just tap right here to see our Dream Catchers in action 👉🏻 #stjdreamcatcher #rachelhollisxtarget
I know, I KNOW how freaking lucky I am to be safe at home. I understand that this is a privilege, I truly do. But, at the risk of sounding like a douchebag for complaining— GOSH I miss the world!! I want to go somewhere so bad. 😩 Any one else feeling the same way??
“I want you to know that what’s been good will always be good: the smell of coconut sunblock, a five year old showing you the spot where his front tooth used to be, a home cooked meal, when your love kisses that EXACT spot on your neck, a grandmother’s handwriting, a job well done, the kindness of strangers, the human spirit, an appaloosa horse, the ritual of your faith, laughing until you pee your pants a little, holiday dessert tables, first birthday parties, a perfect cup of coffee. What’s good will always be good, and one of the most awful, beautiful things about the hard seasons is that unless we experience hardship, we’ll never truly appreciate the good that was always good.” — An excerpt from the book I dreamed up + wrote during this quarantine... it’ll be on shelves in September. Title and cover are coming soon. 🤟🏻
My Mother’s Day gift from the big guy was a vintage Springsteen concert tee. My favorite gift he’s ever given me. 📷: Noah, age 3
On a Monday evening in mid May...
Today I turned in my 10th book to the publisher. We celebrated BIG! 💦
Three years ago today two of my best friends married each other. Today they texted this photo of me, two sparklers deep, screaming my face off for them as they left their reception. It perfectly represents how much I believe in them, their love and the life they continue to build together. Happy Anniversary @britbarron + @samilaneco we love you x 1,000!
6 days of shooting, 72 in-studio workout segments, thousands of bicep curls, bajillions of dance breaks, endless rounds of peeing my pants a little bit every time I did jumping jacks! The RISE App is coming at you next month and we have worked our hearts out getting it ready for you! If you’re not already, follow along at @letsrise .health to see what we’re up to!
I snapped a bunch of pictures to send to her first-mom (what we call Noah’s biological mother ) wishing her a Happy Mother’s Day and it made me think about how beautiful it is that motherhood comes in so many forms. So, here’s to every mom... every single kind there is... Happy Mother’s Day to single moms and new moms, pregnant moms and empty nesters. Happy Mother’s Day to bonus moms and step moms and the women waiting, praying, hoping that this is the month they find out they will be a mama too. Happy Mother’s Day to the countless teachers and school councilors who will be the only motherly influence some children will ever know. Happy Mother’s Day to the biological moms and the adoptive moms and the foster mamas. Happy Mothers Day to the women with babies in heaven. Happy Mother’s Day to the deployed mamas and the first responder mamas and the essential worker moms. Thank you to each and every mom who reads this. You are doing your best. Your babies are meant to be yours for a reason. Rest in the knowledge that you were paired up with them on purpose. Happy Mother’s Day, you are loved!
For what it’s worth... I LOVE to cook but oh my WORD, I am so freaking tired of making dinner!! I’m tired of cleaning up dinner. I’m tired of working 50+ hours a week at work AND then going right into (like immediately into ) parenting and household chores. I miss my commute. It was 24 minutes long but those were MY 24 minutes and I miss them. Listen up parents— it’s OK to say that this sucks sometimes. You can absolutely acknowledge how lucky and privileged you are to be safe at home while being graceful with yourself about how hard this new normal is. My kids have too much screen time now and sometimes we eat sandwiches for dinner using leftover meat from four dinners ago that’s just this side of sketchy. WE ARE DOING THE BEST WE CAN! Please let me offer you a gentle reminder that there’s no “right way” to pandemic and if some days you let them watch Frozen 2 all the way through TWICE so that you have time for laundry and a chance to clean the gross ring out of your toilet bowl OR even, heaven forfend, rest a moment... well then God bless sis. Let Elsa raise those babies for a minute so that you can keep the ship afloat for another day!
What an absolutely incredible day we had at #risexlive ! Thank you to each and every one of you who joined us today from over 65 different countries!! I know it was difficult for many of you to manage your viewing between naptime and snack time and life and work. I know that many of our international community stayed up into the late late night to watch it live. I’m humbled that you found a way to be with us despite all that. Thank you to the hardest working team on the planet at @theholliscompany + our new friends at @pull_spark who helped us pull off something nearly impossible. 🤟🏻 I love you all, and I’m rooting for you.
You guys!! We officially announced the RISE APP today during our virtual conference and I’m so excited to share with you too! I‘ve teamed up with some of my best friends to create: motivation, meditation, workouts, Five to Thrive tracking, challenge tracking that’s all focused on wanting to FEEL a certain way, not trying to LOOK a certain way. We’re bringing the JOY to fitness, we’re bringing the moves to your home and we’re doing it all as our awkward, imperfect selves. It’s an health community for EVERYBODY + EVERY BODY and its coming at you in JUNE!! Get a jump start on the journey by following our newest brand 👉🏻 @letsrise .health here on Insta #AddJoyToFitness
She’s three. She dresses herself. She refuses to believe that her favorite laser cat pizza shirt is too small for her. Happy Friday! 🎆🐈🍕
I heard from a teenager last night who is in quarantine with his family. He’s been trying to work up the courage for months to tell his parents that he’s gay. I told him that he was loved, and that he was brave. I tell the same thing to everyone who has reached out to me over the years and asked me if they could share their secret. They want someone to tell. They want someone to hold their truth without judgement. And I do. It’s one of the greatest honors in my life that people reach out and ask me to hold space for them, but this particular boy— he made me realize something. It occurred to me for the first time since this started that there are people all over the world in quarantine with their family and they’re desperately hiding who they are because it’s unsafe to do otherwise. Social distancing means that they’re also cut off from the support system of friendships where they felt safe to be themselves. So if that’s you and you need to hear this today-- I’m so sorry this time is extra difficult for you. You are perfect. You are loved. We’re so lucky to have you! #lgbtq 🌈
Today on the podcast @mrdavehollis and I are talking about how quarantine has affected our, ahem, “make out sessions”. Yes. We went there. If you’re in a relationship the RISE Together podcast is just for you. Listen in anywhere you get your pods.
My big brother, Ryan, was funny and unfailingly kind. He had an almost prodigious ability to pick up any instrument and teach himself to play it by ear within the span of a single day. He was handsome. I didn’t know it then because I was younger and not inclined to think about it, but when I look back at photos now and see his cocky grin and his startling blue eyes, I realize how good looking he was. When I was a young girl, he was my best friend and constant playmate. I can still see the two of us vividly in my memory, staying up late in our room playing the alphabet game: “My name is Carla. I’m going to California to sell Crabapples. My name is David. I’m going to Delaware to sell Dogs . . .” As an adolescent, he was my protector. He taught me how to handle a bully, how to throw a punch, and how to thread a ramen noodle through my nose and out my mouth. He wasn’t necessarily better or worse than anyone else’s big brother, but he was mine and I loved him. Ryan would have been 40 years old today. It’s a bittersweet day for us for sure— but I won’t let the bitter outweigh the sweet. I will spend this day celebrating his life. I’ll wear his favorite t-shirt. I’ll listen to some Clapton. I’ll focus on the blessing of having him here for however long I was lucky enough to.
Guys! We got our first product in for this weekend’s #RISExlive pop up shop! This shirt (designed by one of my besties @samilaneco ) says “Courage Club 2020” and dang it, it turned out so perfect for our event themed around COURAGE! We’ll post more official pics soon on @letsrise .co but I wanted to give you a sneak peek. If you’re joining us on Saturday we’re so excited to have you. If you want more info, tap the link in my bio. Not able to spend any money right now? I get it, I’ve been there too many times to count. Head over to TheHollisCo.com/Next90 for 3 full MONTHS of weekly courses, work books, downloads etc that are 100% FREE. #next90challenge
Sunday means meal prepping for the week ahead— I make a big pot of oatmeal mixed with protein powder (my favorite is @vitalproteins ) + cinnamon and then I layer it over the top of berries. To reheat later we do have to take it out of the mason jars but the jars look so much prettier than anything else so I’m willing to add the extra step. I also have a great recipe for overnight oatmeal on the blog that you serve cold (no heating is necessary ) if you want to check it out. Do y’all meal prep and if so, what’s your favorite recipe to do it with?
This morning I found out that my social team posted a graphic on my Instagram yesterday that said, “Still… I Rise” That is, obviously, an immortal line from a Maya Angelou poem— only, no credit was given to her. I immediately deleted the post but I want to make sure and publicly apologize. While I didn’t create or post the graphic, I am the leader of the team that did and so I accept full responsibility for their actions. I can’t imagine how deeply hurtful it is to the African American community to see the words of your heroes used without credit. This has happened to you far too often and I hate — I literally HATE — that anything produced by my company added to your pain. I heard once that the only real apology was one where you don’t make an excuse, and so I won’t. I am deeply sorry. I understand that this post without credit is not a little thing to you… this is death by a thousand cuts. This is the millionth type of incident like this you’ve experienced. This is not OK. I apologize, sincerely. We will do better.