I’ve been doing “this work” for over 25 years, and while I know what I do and how to do it, I was pretty clueless when it came to talking about what I do. The thought of trying to help my website designer create something that captured who I am was intimidating, but then she started to ask me questions...

Are you in the midst of a change that feels like this? A big mess? Where do I start? Where does it end? Meet Carol. Carol held high level IT positions for years. Her specialty was working with start-up companies. She loved the thrill of building something from scratch...

Those darn little spiders just keep spinning webs on my deck chairs, so I have to keep on cleaning them off. A couple of weeks ago, I was outside checking the chairs, when I found some of the webs on the seats. I thought I would quickly grab the hose...

It was Thursday morning and I glanced at my never ending to-do list and I saw 10 items in the WORK column and 15 in the PERSONAL column. I've had times when it's much longer than that. As a matter of fact, there were more things...

Seems to me that I spend a lot of time lately working with leaders to develop their inquiry skills. in Humble Inqury, Ed Schein, paints a convincing picture of the "tell culture" that we live in. I certainly see it in my work...and in my own life.

What does does it mean to be CASUAL about something? Webster tells us that casual means relaxed, irregular, not concerned, not permanent... In the mid-90s, it meant we could wear jeans to work on Friday. In the early 2000s...

My hands were gripping the steering wheel of my rental SUV. I could feel my diaphragm start to squeeze to the point that I wasn't sure any air could get in or out. My shoulders were quickly creeping up toward my earlobes. My heart was racing.  I was afraid.

This is ME right before I snap. I can feel the strands unwinding. I know what will happen when that last fiber breaks. It's not pretty. Having things move along is something I am pretty fond of. This is particularly true when I'm in a car...

I try really hard to stay in the moment, but I really struggle with that. It seems as if I am always counting backwards or forwards.  Why is my brain so fascinated with how long it has been since something happened? or how long until something else happens?

For 2 months I was plagued with an incredibly sore right shoulder and a left hand that couldn't even grip my toothpaste tube to open it.  It was horrific. I was obsessed with how much it hurt. I iced. I heated. I stretched. I rubbed on various creams...

As so often is the case, I was struck by a pertinent thought while showering this week. I was thinking about the 18 people I was spending the week with, as part of a training session.  I noticed that there were only a couple that stood out in my mind as individuals - the rest were "part of the group".

I have a lovely home with 5 levels. I can work in my office on the top level or I can watch a hockey game on the big TV in the lowest level. I like having all that space - MOST of the time.This week we made the choice to move our lives to one level.

Since I am focused on NOTICING in 2017, I noticed a lyric yesterday in a song that I have heard at least 1000 times in my lifetime - maybe more. The song is Tin Man by America and here is what caught my attention.

For 10 days I have had that heavy, twisted, knotted, messed up feeling in my shoulders!  Days of ice, Advil, stretching, massage, adjustments, praying, some crying ... what the heck? Tonight, I decided to stop fixing and chose to ask a simple question.  What is sitting on my shoulders weighing me down? 

Fifteen years ago, my husband, Mark, volunteered to help coach our 5-year old daughter’s first soccer team when the original coach quit.  Mark has now coached every year since, first for our daughter’s teams and then for our son’s teams.  Mark never even played soccer.  He volunteered to coach because no one else stepped up.