Gigantic gratitude and big love, from me to you. Cue Lionel Richie music. And if you’re too young to get the Lionel reference, look him up, he’s a legend.
In all seriousness, I’m so honored you’re here and I hope I get to talk, and email, and share love and light and wisdom with you. If we’re gonna do that, and I think we should, you might want to know a thing or two about me, so here goes:
During my ski trip, the mountains both broke me and rebuilt me. It was the avalanche of my life. A rush, a burial, and a resurrection. I went from being a participant, a do-what’s-expected kind of gal to a woman who holds court in her very own unrestrained life.
Post ski-trip, I moved to San Diego, California because . . . well, because who wouldn’t after an entire freaking year of winter?!?! I ditched my parka and did three things, rather promptly, in this order:
I went back to school and got a graduate degree in executive and life coaching. I graduated from Royal Roads University as a Certified Executive Coach and became a member of the International Coach Federation;
I started this business - so far I’m hundreds of clients, and thousands of coaching hours in. I work with people like you every day, and I gotta tell ya, it’s my very own version of heaven.
I wrote my first memoir - the one I mentioned above - and because I’m already in my very own version of heaven, this felt like double heaven to me. From July of 2010 to May 2011 I went on a journey I called The Vertical Feat. I circumnavigated the globe in search of snow and wherever I stopped I skied as many vertical feet as I could, and in the end, I broke a world record for “the most vertical feet skied in one year.”
All of this meant that I chose to wake up. And I chose to ask questions. And I chose, and continue to choose, truth over comfort.
I moved towards growth, towards the biggest me I could think of, and learned that to get there I had to swim in dark, murky water over, and over, and over again. Because while dipping your toes in is one thing, learning to do laps with the sharks is quite another. And I like sharks. But only in a metaphoric way.
All of this has helped to pave a path I hope I get to continue sprinting down for the remainder of my life - sharing my stories, and helping others write, re-write, own and share theirs.
Oooooh, and at the moment, I’m working on a hat-trick version of heaven by launching into a second memoir, continuing to grow a business that I love the fuck out of on an everyday basis, and soaking up every ounce of wisdom that our new home (Bainbridge Island, Washington - A.K.A. Jurassic) has to offer.
Okay, enough about me. Tell me...who are you?
With so much warmth you can barely believe it,
P.S. I bet you want a few more juicy tidbits don’t ya?
I read. A lot. I love reading as much as I love laughter and when they’re combined. I can’t . . . I just can’t.
I’m obsessed about the good, the bad, the ugly and the drop dead freaking gorgeous involved with finding and truly owning who we are.
I have been referred to as the human embodiment of the mullet – polished professionalism up front and yee-haw laughter in the back.
I drink wine, usually it’s red but I won’t turn down white…or rosé.
The only kind of carrots I like are the ones on sticks, dangling in front of me.
If I were a bettin’ gal, I’d put my money on pickles over cucumbers because I believe that courageous, awe-inspiring, hold-on-to-your-hat life doesn’t happen with one toe dangling in, but that we must jump in and fully submerge. Get in the brine.
Photo credits — Erica Chan, Gretchen Powers Film & Photo, and courtesy of The Confidence Retreat