About Us & Our Philosophy
Hello and welcome to get my getmymoxie.com! My name is Becca and I want to thank you for visiting and welcome you to the world of Moxie.
A little about me… I’ve always been passionate about art, photography and travel. As an exchange student to Australia in high school and as a host-sister to exchange students here in the US, I got my first taste of connecting with people from other places. Such living arrangements often lend themselves to becoming family in a hurry, and of course we taught each other slang in our own languages and learned that being silly was universal and important- something I still believe in today. After becoming a mom and career in design, I felt the need to connect more– to myself, my family, my community and the world. The Moxie Box became my idea as an answer to what people like me needed– care, connection and confidence.
Each Moxie Box contains carefully selected items to nurture yourself, to empower you to be your best and to tap into what makes you feel confident and whole. The items within the box are based on a theme- and each box will contain some locally and globally sourced items that give back. Whether it’s an item made by women in Haiti, or a small business that employs disabled people with equal wages, we aim to support worthy causes each month. We encourage you to participate! Share your moxie moments with us and let us know what you’d like to see in upcoming boxes.
I would also love to invite you to read our moxie blog, that we update almost daily. We’ll share what is going on with the company and things that make us smile that we think you might enjoy. I would also love for you to participate and share your snapshots of clarity and confidence that move you forward- Share your #moxiemoment or tag us at #getmymoxie.
A little background for context; In college, I studied in Vienna, Austria and finished college with a BFA in Painting and Graphic Design- with minors in Art History and Photography. I wanted to do it all then. I set out into the world of advertising and design wide-eyed and bushy-tailed. Almost 20 years later, I’d logged countless hours behind ad campaigns, and 15 years as a busy mom. I was completely exhausted—all of my creativity had gone to my kiddos and to work. It left me too tired to enjoy much and while I was trudging through the daily grind, I wasn’t enjoying much. My health was declining and I was at the point where I’d ask for naps as presents for holidays.
Three summers ago, I was a month into having pneumonia that wouldn’t leave and my schedule consisted of driving kids to and from camp, working, and trying to exhaust the children so we could all go to bed early. In a miserable, fevered haze, I booked a surf lesson for myself. I figured I’d prove to myself that I was right- I couldn’t do this and I should let it go. As a kid, I’d always wanted to surf… I never had the confidence or the access to be able to do so and had long given up on being able to learn what seems to only be appropriate for young people to do.
A week later, I stupidly marched toward the surf school tent in my mom-suit (a tankini with extra support)—with a 103 fever, a cough that sounded like I was dying and a perpetually stuffy nose. Of course my instructor Len was fit, sweet, tan and blonde. I felt so far out of my league, I was secretly hoping to perhaps drown—and not to get CPR, but simply to escape the dread of the situation I’d surely put myself into.
Len patiently paddled out with me to where the waves were breaking as I panicked about possible sharks, flesh-eating bacteria, an unfinished will and how embarrassed my kids would be when mom died doing something so ridiculously stupid it would surely become a family secret. These waves look bigger than I thought?…what’s that brushing against my leg? Is snot coming out of my nose? Sharks and snot, oh God. So much to worry about on top of what might be falling out of my swimsuit at any time as I tried to balance on the giant foam longboard.
I didn’t realize that the line of surfers waiting for a wave is a type of party- everyone greets one another, everyone is kind (at least near the surf school) and the courtesy for good waves goes to the hierarchy of ability. In the lineup, a tiny woman, about age 75 sat on her board and adjusted her hat—she tied the goofy hat’s straps beneath her chin. She wore a floral swimsuit and capri pants and I watched in awe as she glanced behind and then paddled her wrinkly arms toward shore and caught a wave and rode it in like a pro. Suddenly my self-doubt and pity took a backseat and I felt fairly determined to get up at least once before a shark or bacteria or simply water in my sick lungs killed me.
No one was making fun of her funny hat or capri pants. Everyone was supporting her and wanted the best for her—and they all collectively shared a love for the same thing. How cool is that? It’s a connection I admire and it gives me goosebumps to this day.
Len’s Buddha-like patience and zen waited as I wiped out over and over– shooting saltwater to the far reaches of my brain and sending me into embarrassing coughing fits. I was miserable and determined. Perhaps the universe had seen enough of this comedy, and through sheer luck, I stood up and rode a wave in. As cheesy as it sounds, it was spiritual. It wasn’t about surfing. It was about persevering, about doing something anyway, despite fears and doubts (and logic). I rode a few more waves in… some on my knees, some standing up. My goal quickly became to focus on the technique and to enjoy every portion of the experience… not just the ride in. For whatever reason, it became a new way to see things- to experience joy in a way I hadn’t in so long.
I thanked Len profusely and left as he encouraged me to eat some healthy melon to replenish my strength afterwards (I had a cheesesteak instead, oops). I went home and cried happy tears, took Advil and napped. 2 months later, the pneumonia finally went away, and 3 years later, I’m friends with Len and have my own surfboard.
Maybe I’m crazy, but it was a feeling I wanted others to feel. I was nurturing myself, tapping into my needs and indulging my dreams. I wasn’t taking care of anyone but me out there—and in turn learned that I take best care of everyone if I take care of me first. I realized, “I’ve got this.”
In considering the connection I felt, I wanted to continue and empower others to find their moxie, too. I want the amazing to surface in your day to day—and I want to help you to connect. To yourself, your family, your community.
Thank you so much again for visiting and exploring getmymoxie.com. Have a wonderful day…and remember, “I’ve got this.”