As you may know, every year I design and create a calendar to send to my clients. It has beautiful images of Muskoka, quotes about leadership, and a message from me.
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Why Pause for Gratitude?
One of my favourite moments of the year is Thanksgiving. Specifically, it’s our family tradition where each person around the dinner table takes a turn sharing what they are most grateful for. It’s a simple tradition, but it goes very deep.
Inward Inspection from 30,000 Feet
As the door sealed shut, the walls of the airplane seemed to collapse inward. My heart was racing and blood rushed to my head. I heard myself say, “I might need a minute to catch my breath,” but there was no turning back. My fear of being in a confined space had officially been triggered and I needed to pull it together.
Freeing yourself from attachment
It was a gorgeous weekend afternoon and I was out on the Humber River with Justin and our friend Mandie. I leaned back in my kayak as a monarch butterfly gracefully flew overhead. The sun reflected off its wings with a flash of orange and I became mesmerized by its beauty.
The Final Days of Summer
The late summer sun had already dipped below the horizon as I pulled up the driveway of the home I share with my partner, Justin. What a fulfilling day! I opened the car door and the warm, humid air served as a gentle reminder that I had gotten used to air conditioning.
How do YOU navigate change?
Back in March of 2020, when COVID-19 was spreading like wildfire across Canada, I made a big decision. If I had to work remotely, I would do it from our home in Muskoka.
The “Being” of Being a Coach
Do you ever have the feeling that you’re letting the team down? If you answered “yes”, you’re not alone.
From Potential to High Performing
If we listen to the natural flow of the seasons, we learn that it’s okay to hunker down and to hit the pause button.
Is it time for a spring tune up?
If we listen to the natural flow of the seasons, we learn that it’s okay to hunker down and to hit the pause button.
Your Solo Retreat
Dashing out the door with cross country skis under one arm and a briefcase over the other, I must have looked a little odd as I loaded up the car.