I have a confession to make. I am a leader, and I’m out of shape. Like ridiculously out of shape. So much so that I’m pretty sure I have a pinched nerve in my lower back. Maybe it’s from two plus years of sitting for much too long and not moving enough. Some call it
My meltdowns are just as fabulous as my million dollar speeches. I’m not joking. I have million dollar meltdowns. Well, you would think I’d lost a million dollars the way this last meltdown was set up. I sat on the train riding home from a conference that was (mostly) a waste of time and money.
It’s Mental Health Awareness Month. Today, I am sharing something I haven’t said out loud in a very long time for fear of judgement. I am a 3 hour mama. Let me explain. Shorty was almost a year old when I had my first revelation (and 900th wave of guilt about something related to motherhood)
Recently, a client asked me to give some advice to his new team. Most of them are new professionals passionate about their work and eager to make their mark. It got me thinking about what I would tell my younger self if I could go back and do it again. One of the occupational hazards
Last year this time, I was discussing our next big trip with my travel crew and one of the ladies suggested yachting for a week. I threw the phone down and walked away (dramatic I know). I am not a “boat person”. I’m more of a “land but no sea” type of gal. I mean