For much of my life, I tend to rush the gate. Patience is a virtue I am endlessly practicing. Moving slowly, pacing myself. Remembering to dally. Taking my time. Rarely this happens. But this week especially I have been reminded in more ways than one to embrace the stillness. The past few…
– – – As I write this, I am in two minds. First, I am ecstatic with the rise in opportunities, clients, and professional wins for my business of late. After this year of loss, scrambling, pivoting, re-launching (and yes, reeling in moments of defeat and exhaustion from the sucker-punches delivered this year),…
There is a particular tiny cat that has, every day, for the last 3 weeks, showed up at my doorstep. She cries and begs, and attempts to sneak inside (occasionally successful), and finds all sorts of ways to wedge herself into the routine of this household. She has a name, but we’ll call her…
Every once in a while, I’m inspired to share a personal mantra I keep displayed in my house. My mantras keep me focused, positive, and energized. They are in the form of brightly colored sticky notes on my desk, or paper notes taped to my bathroom mirror, (suffering a little water damage). Some are…
A life disrupted would be putting it mildly, as far as describing this past month would go. But also, a life gifted. There were so many birthdays, only half of which I was able to celebrate. However, the birthday weekends that could be, these were celebrated with as big a bang as possible –…
The essential routine of self-care and its importance has been echoing loudly for weeks. It’s been the topic of masterminds I’ve joined, brought up in conversations with clients and friends, and seems to be the headline of many of my inbox reads. As a result, self-care has become the theme of my social media…
It’s good to have something to look forward to. I had forgotten what that felt like. Having a specific date where you know something good is going to happen to change your scenery. Even though we are still “in it”, some of us are seeing new paths emerge from the tangled confusion. We…
Yesterday, I was coerced into teaching piano lessons to a 3-year-old. It began with an innocent enough beach walk at sunset when the curly-headed toddler began to draw pictures of pianos in the sand with a stick. Her drawings were terrible. But we (her mother and I), tried to help her hold her…
It feels as if we are moving through sludge. So many of my travel stories carry this very plot, but usually, I am trekking some volcano or mountain, lost and starving somewhere off the map. There is no way to see clearly, carrying the uncertainty of what’s coming next, and everything hurts. …
I took this photo near the end of an incredibly long, and disappointing day, which, as the popped hood of my truck indicates, only got worse. The mood was lighter than one might have thought. After retelling our story later, the response was an empathetic “Oh no! That’s terrible!” or some form of verbal…