When I was little, my parents took me and my sister to a beach in Biarritz on the Atlantic Ocean in France. Always one to challenge myself, I played at the water's edge, jumping incoming waves and gradually venturing further from shore. Until a bigger wave overwhelmed me…

Over breakfast in Buenos Aires a couple of months ago, my partner enthusiastically described a 4-day backpacking trip through Argentina's Glacier National Park in Patagonia.
Each time he mentioned it, I perfected my art of noncommittal nodding, silently building a wall of "no" behind my practiced "uh-huhs." My strategy was simple: look away, keep nodding…

I have been daydreaming about coaching in Spanish for about a year now. Last July, I added a map of the Americas and Spain to my career vision board. Speaking Spanish feels like holding the key to millions of treasure boxes…

A couple of days ago, my right index finger tapped "follow" on an Instagram profile for "danzas circulares" (circular dance), a new dance organization I discovered in Buenos Aires, Argentina. The next day, I received a message from its founder, Pablo. His message simply began with the word "gracias"…

I picked a card from my brand new Tarot deck today: "Three of Cups," meaning celebration, friendship, gifts. This feels right. Two weeks ago, sitting cross-legged on my favorite pastel pink square cushion, a flash came during meditation. I heard my own voice saying....

Ten years ago, David joined a major U.S. tech company's Belgian branch, feeling he'd found his professional home. The energy, innovation, and camaraderie resonated with him. He thrived in the dynamic international environment, leveraging his tech expertise on a global stage...

Have you ever felt like you were "too much" for your workplace? Too loud, too passionate, too intense? I recently worked with a client who felt exactly that way. Let me tell you about Sarah. She was a force of nature disguised as an executive. When she walked into our first coaching ...

Last weekend, I ventured into an artist's studio for a movement and sound improvisation workshop. I attended partly because my dance friend Callie was co-facilitating, but also because the word "improvisation" has always elicited a loose knot in my chest…

As I traveled back home after another three-month stay in Buenos Aires, Argentina, I felt an inexplicable urge to cut my hair. Not the usual trim though. This time, I craved a radical change.

Within the week, I sat on the chair before my hair stylist’s expansive mirror. Shasta stood behind me…

On my first Kung Fu class earlier this month, Master John taught me the first sparring technique. “Your punch should aim there, right below the nose of your opponent”, he said, motioning at an invisible shape before us. A shiver ran down my spine. My eyes watered and my whole body contracted…