Browsing Tag: strength

How To Get ‘Back On Track’ After Hardship

When we experience adversity in our personal or professional lives, many of us stop doing the things that contribute to our well-being and long-term success. The challenge we face seems to require 100 percent of our energy and attention. And while, initially, you may have to drop everything and attend to the crises at hand, the quicker you get back to doing those things that support your well-being and success, the quicker you’ll bounce back from …

What It Really Means To Be A Strong Woman

My whole life people have described me as strong. In my early career, with an aspiration for success, I emulated the strength of those in top business positions who were mostly male. The masculine style of leadership that dominated our culture until this century was more about using managerial power over others to get them to do what they wanted (“Do it because I’m the boss and I say so.”), rather than connecting to a …

Mother’s Day Musings From 30,000 Feet…

To all the mamas out there: You’ve done the ultimate sacrifice. You’ve given your body and your life to another human being. I know it makes you proud and happy beyond words. I know it’s challenging beyond words at times, too. Your job is the most important job in the world. How you show up for your children will change this planet. It will change our businesses, our communities, and our countries. One child at …

The Career Mistake Many Working Moms Make

I’ve seen it many times. A woman has a baby or two. There’s less time for her partner, less time for her well-being, and less time for her career. Everything starts to shift. It usually happens in small, practically unnoticeable changes over the course of several years until all of a sudden something happens – like a health scare, a financial misstep, a wake-up conversation with her child’s preschool teacher, a failed work project, an …

How I Got Over My Airport Bathroom Breakdown & 2018 Hangover

“Keep your penis pointing down, Kyen,” I say for the third time. I’m squatting on the floor of the airport family bathroom face-to-face with my two-year-old with both hands on his naked knees to hold his newly potty-trained body steady. “What’s this, Mom?” my four-year-old, Mav, asks. I look left to see what he has gotten into, praying it isn’t the tampon garbage or one of the many other gross things little boys can’t help …