She was irritated with and disappointed in her husband. Again.

For her birthday she wanted to try a new place in town.  She set them up to go – reservations & a sitter – even though she knew he wouldn’t enjoy it.

Then she got stuck in her head with a huge story

SO – here’s the truth: I don’t enjoy doing things I don’t know how to do already. I'm a A self-proclaimed Non-Adventurer.

If things are physically hard or uncomfortable or fear-inducing, I’m usually OUT.

No thanks.  I’m good. I’ll just stay home, thankyo

I watched the blood bubble form on my right index finger. Time slowed down.

Should I throw the needle away and pretend none of this happened?

Go to Public Safety and report the incident?

The Universe has a way of whispering to us, tapping us on our shoulders, sh

She is a force of nature. Writing a book. Building her business. Developing her community.

Her job? She helps women discover their voice and step into leadership.

She is a shark: moving constantly and getting stuff D.O.N.E.

Her energy is endless. Others marvel a

She looked at me sadly. She was frazzled, scattered, chaotic, tired, overwhelmed, frustrated.

It was Session 3, and there was disappointment in her eyes.

She hired me to help her “get her sh*t together”.

Like many clients, time was her worst enemy & made her feel

Last week I told the story of Liz’s burnout.

Here’s the story of my burnout.

I was hopeless. I had to keep churning forward & giving more. Why? Because – dammit – that’s what was expected of me!

I had nothing left to give. I was crispy. Irritated.

And I was terr

For today’s story, you need to know 3 things:

1. Diane, 59-years-old, bullies her sister Liz every day.
2. Their mom, 92, suffers with dementia & serious physical disabilities.
3. Liz is an over-giver.

Liz constantly replays the interactions with her sister in her

I vowed to myself I’d never teach again. I was burned out.

It wasn’t the under-the-desk texting. [Dude! Put your hands ON the desk!]

It wasn’t the pay. [Shit. I’ve done harder work for no money. See – ‘parenting’.]

It wasn’t the administration. [I had great bo

Twelve-weeks pregnant, I stood there with my mouth agape.  What my brother-in-law said had knocked me over.

I was caught up in the throes of telling an obviously entertaining and compelling story – definitely snarky, probably complaining, certainly judgy.

Mike

This morning, I tore up one side of my ten-year-old son. Then tore down the other.

He seethed. I seethed. We shot daggers from our eyes at one another.

We’re firmly implanted in his tween years – and are experiencing some new highs and new lows.

He complained s