The pandemic raised a lot of fear in me. As an acknowledgement of my fears and a way to express each one, I listed them in my journal. Here is an excerpt from my journal dated March 25, 2020: I fear not seeing or hugging my mom ever again. I fear the loss of
Facing the truth isn’t always easy. Especially when you’re afraid that the truth might hurt someone. This happened to me when my kids entered grade school. I realized that I was holding on to painful truths from my childhood and there was a very good chance that my pain would hurt my children
In my boardroom, I am free to do what I love and, as a result, I produce my best work. This place of joy is my definition of success. It's not a big corner office with fancy furniture but, to me, it's much more distinguished and powerful than that. It's a place where
Creativity does not form part of an agenda or a well-constructed plan. Creativity is an unexpected outpouring of ideas from the heart. It is a brush stroke, a dot, a word, a tempo that reveals a feeling of love. We are all creators when we are creating for love’s sake. It took me 40
Pain is a process. Loss. Rejection. Betrayal. Loneliness. Whatever the cause, pain places us in an uncomfortable position and managing our emotions around it can be challenging. At times, we are so gripped by pain that we become stuck, immobile, and unable to help ourselves in the moment.
People who don’t know me well or haven’t known me very long often ask the question: Is your happiness real? They want to know if I am actually as happy as I appear to be every day. One day it hit me. I realized that perhaps some people think that my positivity is
As a person who values connection as the highest measure of fulfillment, I made connection my life's work and my daily practice. Two years ago, I began exploring how we use joy, kindness, confidence and serenity to connect with our inner selves, our communities and our environment. In my experience, I found that
I learned to appreciate the value of moments when I lost valuable time with my parents. When I was nine years old, my dad left our family to start a new life. He never returned or stayed in touch. I had nine special years with my dad. When I was 13, my mom