International Students Archive
Over the years as a coach, observing myself and my clients, it’s become clear that passion can be misunderstood. We generally think of passion as overt, provocative, bigger than life. Somehow we believe our passion can consume us if we are not alert. It can lead us to wayward paths. It’s almost
Life is shared, whether at work or at home. Nothing can be done independently of others or our surroundings. So in this interconnected living, it’s plausible to put responsibilities on others when things get tough. At some point, things always get tough. Sometimes it’s the other person. Sometimes it’s shared.
My children happened upon the cartoon Cinderella last week. My mother and I were commenting about how darling it was…until the shoe fitting part. You know, the part where Cinderella’s foot glides into the shoe held by the prince. We women, who grew up in the US, have always celebrated Cinderella because
If you choose to become a leader in your life, whether in your internal world or external world, daring to face the struggle of the unknown is the “ticket for entry” for success. Struggle need not be a four-letter-word. Struggle can be respected, even if not welcomed, as you know it
You are imperfect. I am imperfect. That’s part of being human. There’s something so “old news” about it all. Yet it seems like we are all hiding with terror from this reality of not being perfect...Witnessing and accepting our imperfections isn’t weakness. It’s an act of love. It breeds freedom and
So here you are in January, with 12 months ahead of you. Another opportunity for a fresh start. An opportunity to go within and ask, “what do I really want for my life in 2014?” Sure, you can do it anytime. But there is something magical about the beginning of the year
I was watching the movie, Monsters University, with my kids recently. Through the laughs, I saw some realities for us adult folks. After years of living, each of us has come to own the one, two, or more things that scares the living bijiggers out of us. Like the movie, our minds
I was in seventh grade, at dinner at my friend’s house. At the table were her parents, my friend and me. It was a low key affair. We were having hamburgers. Across the table were tomatoes that I desperately wanted. My mind urged me to “just ask!”.
My daughter talks about this older Caucasian man, in a Patriot’s sweatshirt, who came abruptly to the table my mother and daughter were sitting at as they were finishing their lunch and declared, “you guys are finished and you need to leave”. Both stunned, it took my mother a bit
After my leadership workshops, individuals who approach me tend to ask one fundamental question, "how do I get my boss to notice the work I do?". A deeper question they're asking is, "how do I know if I really matter?". Each one of us who breathes wants to know we matter.