Coaching is a Pipe Dream I can’t pinpoint the exact timing, but it’s probably been at least seven years since I’ve been thinking about this coaching thing. I don’t think I fully knew what it was back then, nor had I been coached (in the strictly “life sense”, although I learned a lot about life on the basketball court and hockey field)… It was this amorphous idea, unknown industry, and yet, the idea of being a coach kept popping up: in the lists I would make, in journal entr

I was once asked in an interview about my “action-oriented personality”. Like, if I have a propensity to go-go-go and do-do-do, how am I going to shut the eff up and hear the people? #gotothegemba Do the quiet, empathetic, active listening thing? My first reaction was, no worries, I do yoga. Listen, I’m all about the power-through and I love me a GANNT chart, but I also practice yoga, so I know how to breathe. Sometimes. I served up an appropriate answer during the interv

One summer I was in-between jobs (in economics, they call that frictional unemployment... hey, just thought I should put this expensive degree to work where I can). Anywho, I was trying my best to keep things high vibe and so that meant lots of physical activity. Vinyasa classes, pole, and SUP yoga. I had messed around on paddle boards before on a handful of occasions, but had never taken a class or learned technique. Early evenings on the lake, I felt at home, surges of

The Situation I woke up with that pit feeling in my stomach. I felt like Charlie Brown, “I know I should be happy, but I’m not”. I had recently graduated from an MBA program and was in the flurry of applying for jobs, sending resumes and cover letters out into the black void and trying to fully release all expectations about whether I’d get a response. I was on an intensive schedule of large ice coffees, HIIT classes and spreadsheets. Everyday my fingers hit the keyboard w

Senior year of college I remember the stress of having to write 100+ pages in the last few weeks for various seminars. I feared I couldn’t accomplish this task. An adult gave me a challenge. What if you just dropped one of your classes? You don’t need the credit to graduate, it won’t kill your GPA and you already have a job lined up after graduation. Just. Let. Go. It’s true, I hadn’t quit anything before- well, except for Brownies in 2nd grade, but that doesn’t count.