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Writing has always helped me make sense of the world — and myself. Today, my words are offerings to women who are awakening. They name what so many feel but haven’t had language for, validating the grief and quiet rage of living in a culture that undervalues the feminine, while illuminating a path home.
If my story sounds familiar, you’re not alone. You are not broken. You are awakening. And I’d be honored to walk with you as you rise.
It takes courage to emerge before conditions are perfect— to speak with care, to name what is real, and to trust that small acts of honesty can multiply into change.
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It’s a frigid Friday night in late January in Indiana. Dark, with a biting wind. I head into my local pharmacy carrying both a heaviness—after 11 days of the flu—and a hopefulness that the prescription I’m about to pick up will finally end this scourge. As I reach the back of the store, I sigh. The line is long. I take my place, preparing for a wait. And then, something completely unexpected happens. And that chance event has completely shifted my perspecive going forward.
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In this musing, I reveal a deeper truth about how we view others: The surface rarely tells the whole story. When we do shift our perspective and wonder what it is truly like to “walk in their shoes”, we begin to realize: • Most people are doing the best they can — at work and at home. • We all make assumptions and rarely test them. • And we’re all prone to a common mental trap: the actor-observer bias.
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I’ve come to realize there’s a profound difference between accepting imperfection and appreciating it. It’s the difference between seeing something through the lens of a pragmatist versus seeing it like an artist.
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It’s Monday morning. 7 a.m. I sit at the kitchen table, gazing out at the dawn. It’s not quite light, but no longer dark. This in-between moment holds both the arrival of light and the retreat of night. And later, as the day dims into dusk, the cycle will reverse. This liminal time feels like a perfect metaphor for the emotions surrounding me lately. A reminder that opposites often co-exist — joy and despair, hope and fear, sadness and light. One woven into the other. One fades so the other may rise.
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This question—“What do you most need right now?”—turns my thinking upside down and inside out. Upside down because it asks me to act now, not later. Inside out because it puts the focus on me, not others. That’s why I’ve been keeping this question front and center lately—not to ask others, but to ask myself.
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It was a disheartening swirl of national and international events, layered with the emotional weight of walking alongside two loved ones through difficult personal struggles. Maybe it wasn’t just about last week. Maybe it was the culmination of many weeks, even years, of striving to maintain a hopeful outlook in the face of growing division, hatred, and uncertainty. But something broke open in me. I felt despair in a new and deeper way. I was tired. I was angry. I cried more than I laughed. Hope felt elusive. And then, in the midst of that darkness, two memories surfaced—bright and vivid. Both examples of how one small thing made a big difference!
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Shedding isn’t about drama or grand declarations. It’s not about throwing everything out or starting over. It’s about discernment — gently letting go of what no longer serves.
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Discover the hidden cost of “sacrifice syndrome” — the pattern of giving endlessly while neglecting yourself. Learn how renewal restores clarity, joy, and sustainable service.
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Discover how gratitude and grief can exist side by side. Learn how a simple daily gratitude practice can bring light, balance, and grace—even through life’s gloomiest days.
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It’s been a hell of a day. I’m finally seventy miles in the air on a flight to D.C., then on to Indy — finally being the keyword.I’d spent the day in Savannah, Georgia, wrapping up a client’s strategic retreat. The plan was simple: finish by 4:30, get to the airport, and two-hop home to Indy by midnight. That was the plan — until it wasn’t.
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If you had asked me ten years ago if I had a mindfulness practice, I would have scoffed at you. That stuff was for folks cloistered away in a religious community. It was for those that had quieter days, less to do, fewer responsibilities.
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Simplification isn’t about doing less — it’s about focusing on what truly matters. This piece explores how stripping away the unnecessary can bring clarity, energy, and impact to leadership and life.
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