To-do: Control my emotions

At least half of my clients come in with a goal of controlling their emotions. It makes sense; nobody enjoys the experience of sadness,...

Dear Overfunctioning Human...

Dear Human… Is your to-do list infinity-long? Do you schedule your life back to back to back? Do your days feel lengthy yet somehow never...

Why action plans don't work

For a long time, I believed change was all about actions. It was all about figuring out the right things to do. If I DID all the right...

One simple way to make life better

One simple way to make life better: expect negative experiences. When we hold onto the expectation that we should be happy, that we...

Why I have to move

I remember the first time I was really aware of my body. I was in 6th grade and joined the track team. Having participated more in music...

Choosing to be fertile soil

Fall is upon us. We adorn ourselves with boots and sweaters and gaze at the colors of the leaves on the trees and the ground. We snuggle...

Do less. Be more.

Last Friday, I made a decision to do something new. Something risky. Something audacious. I’ve always loved being outdoors and have...

What I learned at the gym about feedback

I haven’t worked out in 6 weeks. I’ve been traveling in northern Thailand, repatriating from South Korea to Colorado, working on home...

Lessons from my expat life: Say YES

The expat life starts with a yes that feels like leaping into an abyss. Yes. I will sign that multi-year contract, person I met...

3 Reasons to STOP setting goals today

Let’s get real for a quick minute. Teaching is hard. Being an expat is hard. These are worlds that challenge who you are, what you do,...

Stop living small

The last few days I’ve been percolating on the idea of limiting thoughts, and how these little nagging buggers have such power to...

What I’ve learned about movement

Movement is something I often take for granted. But then there are times like today, seeing a post from my friend (paralyzed by a freak...

Where perfectionism ends and life begins

If you’re a perfectionist like me, you have an overactive shame button inside of you that, once triggered, sets off this nasty blaring...