The Most Accurate Predictor Of Our Kids’ Success

My boys were decorating my office last week. Kyen hung up his freshly painted artwork, while Maverick wrote some wobbly, still-figuring-out-letters, first-grade handwriting notes on my white board. Here’s what they said: Think good. Be you. Be great. You rock. Hope. Love. I’ve been fine-tuning my messaging since I started coaching and writing many years ago, but I think Mav summed up the most important lessons on joy and success right there on my whiteboard. …

If You Can’t Find It, Create It

About six months ago I realized its lonely over here in small-business entrepreneurship land. I was building an amazing team, but missed badass businesswomen I could brainstorm and connect with on the regular, like I used to before COVID when I was frequently attending coaching trainings and events. Recognizing this void, I started writing “I have an amazing network that skyrockets me” in my goals journal every week.   Hopefully you remember that if you …

What It Really Means To Be A Present Parent

Being a present parent isn’t about the amount of time you spend with your children. It’s about the quality of the time you spend with them. A lot of us are physically present with our children – we are in the same room or car as them – but we are not mentally or emotionally present. We might be scrolling social media or incessantly checking our email, in our thoughts about a work problem or …

The Teeny Tiny Tip That Helped Me Achieve My BIG Goal In 10 Months

I finished drafting the last chapter of my book yesterday! I peeked at my calendar to see when I got serious about my commitment to writing it, and it was in June of 2020 — just 10 months ago. There are still many stages left of getting my book published and into your hands, but the first major, perhaps hardest, part is done! Last June I committed to writing a short amount every day. I …

A Healing Way To Express Your Truth

Sometimes I feel so alone. When I said these words to myself as instructed to by my chiropractor this morning, it felt like my carefully protected carafe of tears was about to burst open.  “I am alone” is the underlying false belief that has been running my life since I was a little girl. To hear someone else say it, and then for me to breathe into how this feeling was showing up in my …