The Sound That Wouldn’t Stop (and the Wisdom It Woke Up)
A couple of months ago, our dryer started making a terrible screeching sound. At first, I tried to ignore it. It was early summer—good drying weather. Besides, with just my partner and me at home now, we don’t go through that much laundry. I thought, why not use the sun?
So we did. We dried our towels outside. They came in stiff and scratchy—like sandpaper on skin. Not terrible, if that’s your thing. But I missed the soft warmth of a dryer.
3 A.M. Club: Leaders Who Overthink in the Dark
It’s 3:00 a.m.
You’re awake. Again.
Not because you want to be, but because your mind is spinning. Replaying the meeting. Rewriting the conversation. Running through worst-case scenarios.
I hear this all the time from the leaders I coach.
And I understand it deeply—because it still happens to me too.
Just the other night, I woke at 1:30 a.m., my mind racing about something that had happened earlier that day. I was triggered. I felt tight, activated, and restless.
When the Dishwasher Leaked: A Mindset Experiment
This week, water from my dishwasher started spilling out of the air gap and onto the kitchen counter instead of draining through the pipes.
Money’s been tight lately, so I decided to try fixing it myself. As I got started, I noticed my thoughts:
“Poor me. This is hard. Why does this always happen?”
That old, familiar victim story was running in the background.
And then I remembered—I teach mindset coaching.
Center
Returning to Center: Love, Power, and the 25th Gene Key
Would you like to experience more love in your life?
I know I do.
Not just romantic love—but that deep, quiet, peaceful feeling that fills you from within.
I used to think this came from other people or special moments—
a meaningful conversation, a hike in the hills, or a perfect meal.
But now I understand something more:
That feeling of love isn’t something I find. It’s who I am.
It’s the steady hum within me—like bees in a hive.
Energy Never Lies
The Truth Always Leaks Out
It was 7:00 a.m. I stood in line with a box of tampons and some Advil.
When it was my turn, I handed them to the clerk. She smiled and asked how I was doing.
With my best smile, I said, "I’m fine."
She looked me straight in the eye and said, “You’re a liar.”
I burst out laughing—because she was right.
When I asked how she knew, she said the Advil and tampons were one clue.
But mostly, it was my voice. “You sounded miserable.”
She didn’t just hear me. She felt me.