As this year comes to a close, I’m reminded once again that I don’t do resolutions I do reflections. Not the kind that measure accomplishments or accolades, but the kind that ask, Who did I become this year? What did I learn? What quiet truths rose to the surface when I allowed myself to slow down enough to hear them? This year, my practice was simple: gather the evidence of my becoming. Not the big moments, but the shifts. The whispered yes. The dream spoken out loud. The moments of choosing...
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As this year comes to a close, I’m reminded once again that I don’t do resolutions I do reflections. Not the kind that measure accomplishments or accolades, but the kind that ask, Who did I become this year? What did I learn? What quiet truths rose to the surface when I allowed myself to slow down enough to hear them? This year, my practice was simple: gather the evidence of my becoming. Not the big moments, but the shifts. The whispered yes. The dream spoken out loud. The moments of choosing...
Learning to Hum Through the Unknown and Releasing the Story of Not Enough
The Courage Coalition
14 minutes
2 months ago
Learning to Hum Through the Unknown and Releasing the Story of Not Enough
This past week reminded me that courage doesn’t always roar it sometimes sits in an airport crying, whispering, “I don’t understand, but I’ll keep going.” Missing my flight felt like failure in motion. I had everything planned flights booked, conferences lined up, meaningful interviews scheduled and then, in one unexpected moment, it all fell apart. But as I sat there in that airport, what hurt most wasn’t the inconvenience. It was the echo of an old story the one that says, you’ve messed up ...
The Courage Coalition
As this year comes to a close, I’m reminded once again that I don’t do resolutions I do reflections. Not the kind that measure accomplishments or accolades, but the kind that ask, Who did I become this year? What did I learn? What quiet truths rose to the surface when I allowed myself to slow down enough to hear them? This year, my practice was simple: gather the evidence of my becoming. Not the big moments, but the shifts. The whispered yes. The dream spoken out loud. The moments of choosing...
