We may have full awareness that there are no do-overs in life. Until that magical time machine is invented, there is no going back and doing things differently in hopes of producing an alternate outcome. Yet such awareness doesn't stop us from wishing. Maybe we would be in a different place if we had chosen …
I Don’t Know Is Not An Answer
In my world, I no longer get to say I don't know. If I try to, the standard come back from any coach I'm working with will inevitably be, "What if you did know?" At first it was a maddening mind game for me, but now I've come to expect this response. I don't always …
The Trip of a Lifetime
As I write this, I'm getting ready to head to Las Vegas with the fam for a quick weekend visit. It's become an annual event since my in-laws retired there a few years ago. By the time this is published, we'll be wrapping it up, but I thought it might be a good time to …
The Foundation of Our Identity
What do you believe? I'm not talking about your political leanings or religious doctrines. Our beliefs become the foundation of our identity, and while those areas can certainly serve a purpose for many, the part of your belief system that I'm most interested in is those that you carry about yourself. Our beliefs in our …
Becoming My Authentic Self
"Who are you becoming?" is a question that my life coach mentor asks and as I continue this work, I find myself asking this more frequently. You see, so many of us are walking through this life thinking that we have fully arrived in our humanness. Our personality, our preferences, our history, the essence of …
Wake Me Up When It’s Over…
So wake me up when it's all over When I'm wiser and I'm older All this time I was finding myself And I didn't know I was lost Two weekends ago and fresh out of completing fourth grade, our son discovered Avicii and he latched right on to this song. I sat with him for …
Dad, Daddy, and My King
On this Father's Day, I want to speak to all of those who hold the feeling of 'Dad status: it's complicated.' You see, I used to include myself in that group. That is, until I really learned how to step outside of my emotional brain and the seemingly endless stories of loss, sorrow, and abandonment …
