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
It’s almost the end of a short week and I’ve got a story for you. So I co-chair this committee for an organization I love. It’s a demanding committee with many members and lots of opinions about how things should work. I’d been working on a new event and right at the finish line of