I recently coached a client who can’t get it all done. There is just too much on her plate to
Ever feel like that?
I once read in a magazine about a missionary in Africa who had been living in a village for quite a few years. Strong friendships had developed, but the time had come for him to leave.
The village held a farewell feast and many friends
I coached a client a few weeks ago who was not feeling well. She had respiratory issues and had been sniffing and coughing for 2 weeks.
During our coaching, it really didn’t matter what question I asked, everything boiled down to how sick she was. She believed
In 2015 when I was still in the day job working in higher education, it was hard to imagine a life where the alarm did not go off at 4:30 so I could be at my desk across town by 7:30. My daily schedule, my budget, and my availability to my family were all dictated by my responsibility to my employer.
I bet you know what that’s like.
When I realized
It’s automatic, isn’t it? We screw up something and then mentally flog ourselves for it. We create all kinds of conversations in our heads to prove how horrible we are. We magnify our mistakes.
Everyone does this.
But what if that automatic response
I love that I can eat a salad of fresh greens grown by my own hand for dinner. It is so satisfying to garden; it feeds my belly and my soul. Interesting, though, this is the first time I’ve had my own garden.
Why didn't I start sooner...?
My stepfather was a traditional Nebraska farm boy and with 9 kids still at home, there were a lot of hungry mouths to feed. Our home sat on a sizable plot and his legendary garden covered half an acre. I can still taste the crisp fresh cucumbers.
He offered to teach me to garden if I wanted... and I wanted. We marked off a ...