I was driving home from the North Shore last week, listening to Rachel Hollis’ Girl, Stop Apologizing in my car. About halfway through the book (great read/listen, by the way), she was talking about the need to focus on one goal at a time. We’ve talked in the past on how “energy flows where attention goes” and all the good

“I know it needs work,”  I think to myself as she’s causing what I will describe as a fair amount of discomfort.  I focus, breathe, and try to relax in. I’m aware that my ego-mind wants to make way more of this sensation then it really is, she wants to focus on the discomfort and make it into something so

“When you walk through the graveyard, look at the dates on the tombstones. What you see is the date someone was born, a dash, and the date they died. Their whole life was lived in that dash.” -MN Adult and Teen Challenge Director – Brainerd, MN Campus The words hit me like a brick. In the end, our life is

I am an introvert. Simply put, I need time by myself to recharge and get my bearings straight. I realize that not everyone needs this. I mean, lots of people say “everyone needs time alone”, but honestly, not really everyone does. And you know what? It’s completely cool. You, do you. On a recent trip I took way up North,

“Trust is having the experience to base our confidence on. Faith is having nothing and believing anyway.” -Anne Brady-Cronin I was recently talking with a client of mine about making some fairly substantial changes in her business. She’s been quite successful by most people’s standards, and her own (which is the best), but is finding herself wanting “more” from herself

We use a lot of words to describe how wonderful our lives are: joyful, abundant, amazing, incredible, fulfilled, purposeful. There is nothing that feels as good as accomplishing the goal you’ve been striving for, fulfilling a sense of purpose deep inside your soul, having amazing experiences for ourselves and with our loved ones. Life can truly be incredibly amazingly stupendously

It’s been months, at least, if not longer since I sat and wrote this. My step-son Erik is facing a divorce, starting with a ‘we should separate’, and by the time you read this, it will be finished. To respect him and his privacy, I’ll wait to share the story. I sit with this bright, motivated, funny, intelligent, insightful 28-year-old

I sit at the table for breakfast on the deck. Coffee – check. Yogurt – check. Berries – check. Yellowjacket – shit, I hate those things! There it is, I swear staring at me, to see if I’ll react. I whisper to it, “Please stay away from me, you know I don’t like you.” Three more of his friends show

She sat with tears in her eyes, across from me on the sofa. In my usual chair, I looked at her in emotion, but it didn’t match. “Four years ago” she began, “I thought everyone who passed me on the street was sad they had to see me. I thought everyone who had to talk to me during any day