It’s sort of like you’re given a bucket full of energy every morning.
Okay, some days let’s be honest, it feels more like a Dixie cup allocation of energy for the day. You might feel seriously short changed—the Dixie cup isn’t even half full for crying out loud! Continue reading…
She was livid.
She was pissed.
Judy (not her real name), a coaching client of mine—was sitting in my office.
She was glaring at me; and no, that’s not an overstatement.
“Are you some kind of Pollyanna or what? Maybe that’s how it works for you but that’s NOT how it works for the rest of us.”
We’d been talking about her dead end job. No, strike that. This wasn’t just a dead end job, this was a job she hated… Continue reading…
Fear’s seductive. It comes in 97 flavors and has 127 pairs of shoes.
It’s brazenly unabashed.
It’s convincing; relentless; lethal to your dreams and mine and all those things that make our hearts smile.
It’s loud. It’s quiet. It’s a master shape shifter and it can get in through the tiniest of cracks.
Sometimes for sure, it’s legitimate.
But oh so often, way more often than I like to admit, it’s smoke and mirrors all the way.
I have a story for you… Continue reading…
Freedom is space.
Freedom is authenticity.
Freedom is the ability to be deliciously, quintessentially yourself.
You have the freedom to choose. It’s a powerful, incredible right that no one, except you, can give you. In every single millisecond of your life, it’s your call. You’re the only one who can grant you this kind of freedom.
Easy? Heck no. Not always, other times barely, doable.
You step into exquisite freedom when you bring your attention back to this moment. When you zoom your lens onto now, you give yourself the freedom to create as you wish—a real freedom, the kind that’s not based on any external factor. As seductive as they may seem those external things don’t hold the power to determine how happy you’ll be. Continue reading…
“Even the best fall down sometimes, even the wrong words seem to rhyme…” a snippet from one of my favorite songs.
You and I fall down sometimes—we trip; we stumble; we come up short; heck, we flat out fail sometimes. That’s not the problem really. That’s just life.
The trouble comes after we fall, trip, stumble, and fail. That’s when more often than not we really drop the ball. And if we don’t catch that ball or at the very least scoop it up as quickly as possible, it just keeps on tanking with our spirits in tow. Continue reading…