I Don’t Know What’s Next: Loving the Questions
Five months ago, my daughter moved out. After 29 years of being a parent, this chapter has come to a close.
When I started taking selfies, I realized I was lost.
I don’t know what to do with myself.
My house stays clean. There’s barely any laundry. The fridge is full.
I’ve spent decades raising two children, caring for a sick husband, and an aging mother. Now my life is quiet. Still.
I have all this energy — and I don’t know where to direct it.
“I don’t know” is the black water I’m swimming in.
And then I heard these words
Empty Space
✧ The Fallow Season: When Letting Go Makes Room for More
We as humans naturally resist letting go.
We fight with everything we have to avoid loss, to hold on just a little longer.
But what if loss wasn't the end?
What if underneath the barrenness, there was something profound and new waiting to take root?
As a coach, I have the rare privilege of witnessing transformation up close.
In the intimacy of this work, something sacred unfolds—
Trust deepens, breakthroughs arrive, and hearts open.
And then, the natural ending comes.
The work completes.
The season changes.
And I’m left with the quiet ache of goodbye.
“Should’ve Gotten Gas”
This past Monday I was taking a half-day off to go out to Stinson Beach with my husband.
I was driving up to Montclair to do one last errand before we left. I looked down and saw I had a quarter tank of gas. A little voice inside said,
“Get more gas.”
Did I listen to that voice?
Nope.
“I’m Wild”
✧ Wild Like This
I’ve been spending as much time as I can at Limantour Beach in Point Reyes.
I’ve fallen in love with this place.
The beach is 8 miles off the main road, surrounded by the untamed wildlife of Northern California.
I sit quietly and watch the pelicans fly in formation over the waves.
I laugh at crows and gulls as they wobble up the beach in 30-mile winds.
Last Sunday, I watched an eagle chase off six vultures from the body of a dead seal.
Is It Me?
Recently, I started working with a new client—an executive who hated her job.
She came to me because she had come to realize that being miserable at her new job felt… familiar. She’d felt this way at her two previous jobs as well. This time, instead of quitting again and finding something new, she paused.
She realized:
“Maybe it’s not the job.”
“Maybe it’s me.”
So, she decided to do the most courageous thing—she chose to do some internal work.
Challenging Times
We Can Do Hard Things (And We Don’t Have to Do Them Alone)
I haven’t written in two months—and it’s been a season.
My daughter had double jaw surgery, followed by an emergency procedure for a rare infection. My partner had heart surgery. In between: a sick dog, a broken tooth, failing appliances, major car repairs, and the discovery of mold and termites in our downstairs room.
And still—here I am, back at my desk, showing up to my work.
What I’ve learned is still unfolding, but I want to share what’s clear—especially for anyone navigating their own version of overwhelm, uncertainty, or burnout in work or life.
Because these lessons—about capacity, intuition, and receiving support—aren’t just personal.
They are deeply professional.