every pony does not need to ridden
I got as far as downloading the Clubhouse app to my phone, and my fingers froze desperately over the fateful “tap.”
ME: Ah crap, I’m thinking, not another social media platform. They’re like ice cream flavors of the week.
OTHER ME: But my friends are there! All these interesting movers and shakers are there! It’s my medium too—all talking, I whine. I’m missing oooouuuutttt. Please. Pleeeeease.
ME: Stop it, Summer.
Friends, I had a MySpace page. It was very hip and cool, and just by using the words hip and cool, you know exactly how old hip and cool I am.
But then came Facebook like a steamroller, and we all became Facebook.
Beautiful little pieces
Just as we’re all taking our first collective breath and feeling like things are finally actually changing, so many of us wobbled and fell.
I want to share one thing I’ve done to keep my mind feeling clear and relaxed, even amid the chaos. I urge you to do this too. It takes just 5 minutes.
The struggling coach
I’ve worked with a tremendous number of coaches over the last fifteen years.
hey, sweetie
On allowing love.
2020 gave us gifts (here’s what they are)
2020 gave us gifts. Here’s what they are.
I’m sitting here wrapping up work for the year, planning on taking a few weeks off for the holidays. I feel like before I go, I want to send you all a note about this year. This crazy, crazy year.
Like you, I started 2020 dreaming up big things for myself and others. And like you, I found myself stuttering and swerving as more and more fear and ridiculousness swung my way: COVID-19, the California wildfires and unprecedented number of hurricanes, the fight for BLM, and a near miss with the breakdown of democracy in the U.S. Unfathomable. It’s as if the Universe rolled up all it had and tossed it to us: “Take that, Americans. If you don’t learn from this, I don’t know what it’s gonna take.”
And learn we have.