Some Days, We Are Reborn

Each year at this time, as the birds start to chirp and the cherry blossoms burst in the cool spring skyline, I am taken with the metaphor of rebirth.   For as long as I can remember, and most certainly since I was old enough to yearn for something more, this time gave me hope,... Continue Reading →

Some Days, It Breaks You

Have you ever had those days, weeks, months, years where it feels like it just breaks you?  I know, the canned response is “Don’t worry.  It won’t break you.”  I have a different perspective for you to consider.  What if breaking is necessary?  What if it is part of the transformation process? I don’t know... Continue Reading →

Some Days, Everything Changes

There are seasons in life. And every season has a start and an end. Though, maybe not as much an end as a connection to a broader evolution. The leaves begin to fall in subtle glimmers of gold, ruby and amber, then you look a few weeks later and the knobby branches are bare. Wintering... Continue Reading →

Some Days, We Have Déjà Vu

“I can’t believe we’re here again.”  The refrain resounding among friends and colleagues, round the country and the world, as the Omicron variant jolts us all into this latest phase of the pandemic we’ve been struggling to navigate for the last two years.  Right when so many felt like things were finally getting back to... Continue Reading →

Some Days, We Grow

Life would be so much simpler if everything were perfect and easy, right? Well, maybe. Is that what we want, though? Assuming for a moment that this were possible, is it desirable? And if we assume for a moment it is desirable, how do we think about growth?Often, I’ve found, we grow most when it... Continue Reading →

Some Days, I Find Athena

Last year, I was asked to write a letter to my younger self for our women’s employee resource group.  It wanted to be a poem…Sharing it here in case any of the messages resonate in this time of reflection and intention-setting. ***Finding Athena (a.k.a. Letter to My Younger Self) Little girl, don’t worry.Perfection’s an impossible... Continue Reading →

Some Days, I’m Rose

Rose is a feeling. A whole mood. That energy when you are connected to your inner wisdom. Your older, more evolved self. Very often, Rose exists far away from the space I inhabit. She and her actualized self are off doing more evolved things than wasting time fretting with me. Rose isn’t worried about the... Continue Reading →

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