Category Archives: Life Coaching

A Room of My Own

Years ago, in one of my first coaching classes, a beloved Master Coach asked me to describe my future office where I would do meaningful work. I could see it clearly in my mind’s eye: an open window letting in a warm breeze, a green view of trees and grass, a hint of blue sea in the distance. This week, ...

Group Coaching

I offer group coaching to explore the question: How do you want your life to evolve by the end of December 2013? The content of the group coaching model follows my Heart’s Desires curriculum: We explore the pieces of your life that you want to pay attention to. You have changes you want to make, experiences you want to add, energy drains ...

2013 Desires

A friend asked me what my goals are for my coaching practice. I looked at her blankly. “I don’t know,” I said. “Maybe you should think about it,” she said archly. Of course I have goals for my business. But I wasn’t paying attention to them, other than the financials. They weren’t written down. I wasn’t tracking them. I began ...

The Chilly Willy

I can now ride a bike further than I can run. I can say this because I rode the Chilly Hilly, a 33-mile ride around Bainbridge Island, this weekend, which is further than I have ever run. Or ever biked. Seven-year-old Z calls the ride the Chilly Willy, which seemed apt as we were waiting to disembark from the Seattle-Bainbridge ...

Interview Hypocrite

I was coaching a client recently on prepping for an interview.  I asked him to practice his personal narrative, to answer the question, “So tell me about yourself and why you’re interested in this position.” I drifted for a moment as I listened to his answer. I recently interviewed for an executive coaching gig. And I paused and stumbled over ...

Blues Antidote

A friend teased me, saying dismissively, “You think going for a run is the answer to everything.” It’s bugged me ever since, because, well, it’s true. Yesterday I woke up blue. Maybe it was the weather, maybe I was fighting a bug, but I woke up despondent. I had a headache. I wanted to curl up on the couch and ...

Do Not Disterb

On the first day of soccer practice, one of my little charges stubbornly sat on the sideline and wrote across her white Tshirt, with my sharpie: Do Not Disterb She’s seven years old, and I don’t mess with seven year olds who write Do Not Disterb across their fronts. I let her be. I’ve been thinking about the parallels between ...

Riding the STP

I signed up for the Seattle to Portland Bicycle Classic. And I don’t have a bicycle. Which poses a problem. This idea started last summer when I helped a friend with her fear of driving. I thought about what I’m afraid of. What fears keep me small? With some embarrassment, I’ll admit I’m afraid of balloons. Their potential for a loud, ...

The Wisdom of Dead Dogs

A favorite coaching client of mine is facing a messy divorce. “What do you want this experience to be like?” I asked him. “What do you want your memories of this divorce to be like?” As I asked the question, I suddenly thought of my beloved dog Hector Protector. I interrupted myself to tell my client about Hector. Hector was ...

Coach Sauron

I was describing my coaching practice at a party recently. “So you help your clients achieve work/life balance?” one of the guests asked. I was surprised at my vehemence. “No! Work/life balance is a myth, a set up for failure,” I said. “I help my clients focus on what’s important to them.” In a complex life of competing priorities, there ...

The Fun Balance

Running through a murky swamp somewhere north of Whidbey Island at 2 a.m. wasn’t my idea of fun. I had been IMing with my partner all day about this crazy 200-mile, 28-hour relay race, complaining about my lack of sleep and my tired feet and the stinky men in the back of the van. By the time I got home, ...

Highway Fear

I have a friend who is afraid of highways. She loses sleep if she knows she is going to have to drive on one. Loses weight. Organizes her life to avoid them. I respect deep-seated fears and don’t tend to mess with them. I did wonder, though, how this fear was making her life smaller. So we came up with ...

My Own Project

A friend told me about visiting a favorite aunt. This aunt had been unhappily overweight most of her adult life and now, at 70, is trim and healthy. My friend exclaimed over the change and the aunt said: “You know, I finally made myself my own project.” I had to sit back and roll those words over in my heart. ...

Are You Ready Yet?

I have a favorite coaching client who talks me up to a friend of hers. My client thinks I could help him make some positive changes in his life. “I’m not ready yet,” her friend says. “Not yet.” I know I could help – I’m itching to help. But how do I help him, and others like him, over the ...

Frosting

Caution: this is a story about female sexuality so please stop reading if you are offended by such things and are likely to flame me. It’s my birthday today and I don’t want to be flamed. At a lovely wedding recently, after several glasses of Indiana wine, the topic turned to sex. I told the story of a friend (protecting ...