Strength is a word that’s come up for a lot of my clients recently: “I want the strength to lead with impact during this challenging time.” “Strength looks like me having that hard conversation with my father while there’s still time.” “I want my team to be stronger leaders who hold their staff accountable.” Strength is often the word that gets used in our conversations at work and home, but I think it is not …
When I was a little girl, I dreamed of going to Harvard University. I wore my crimson Harvard sweatshirt several times a week and made fond memories of eating Tasty Burgers with my middle school speech team that traveled to the Cambridge campus every spring for a national speech tournament. But as limiting beliefs began to shape me in high school, my plans changed. I no longer saw myself as a Harvard girl. “Harvard is …
I remember my dad telling me that as you get older, every day and year passes quicker than the one before. Last night at bedtime Mav said, “Mama, this year has gone by so quickly!” Even as a 7-year-old, he’s noticing the quick passing of time. I had an opportunity at that moment to share with him what his Grandad told me about time. And why it’s so important to make each day count. Making each …
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. …
My husband and I traveled through Vietnam for our honeymoon 10 years ago. One of the hardest parts of our trip was crossing the street in Hanoi, Vietnam’s capital city. Motorcycles and rickshaws and cabs and scooters bustled to and fro in multiple lanes. Yet there were no lane markers and no traffic lights and no cross walks. It was pure chaos to my Western eyes. When it was time to cross the street, we’d …