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It was 11 a.m., and I was sitting at my client’s office shaking. I had already taken four Advils, but my shoulders, arms, and hands were still screaming in pain. I was trying to finish a PowerPoint deck with one of my senior clients sitting just two seats away when I suddenly started crying. I couldn’t stop. ...
I cried almost every day last week. Not on purpose. I wasn’t sitting around thinking about sad things or trying to work myself up. It would just happen. I would wake up anxious, think of something in the afternoon, or have a small interaction with my daughter that normally would have irritated me, and suddenly I would need to go into my room and cry. ...
Have you ever walked out of a presentation you led thinking, “That was such a waste of time. I spent hours preparing, yet somehow what I had been asked to prepare wasn’t even what the senior leader wanted to discuss. Worst of all, I walked away with feedback that I needed to become a better presenter.” ...
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about how it’s possible to feel two completely opposite emotions at the same time. As the parent of an 18-year-old entering adulthood, I’ve discovered that pride and heartbreak can exist side by side.
My daughter turned 18 in May and graduated from high school. She is standing at the edge of adulthood—excited for college, independence, and the life waiting ahead of her. ...
A reader I’ll call Kate recently asked me an important question that I think many high performers quietly struggle with.
Kate had been feeling increasingly overwhelmed at work. Over the last six months, her responsibilities had grown significantly. She had taken on more projects, more coordination work, more decision-making, and more “small” tasks that often accumulate around strong performers because people trust them to get things done. ...
As Mother’s Day approaches, I’ve been thinking a lot about my mom and how much her love shaped me over the course of my life.
When I was younger, I don’t think I fully appreciated it. Like many children, I think I simply assumed my mom would always be there — supporting me, worrying about me, comforting me, encouraging me, and loving me quietly in the background of my life. ...
I’ve cried three times a week this past month — and not because I was sad. The tears came from something deeper: the painful realization of how brutal my inner critic has been for years. Not a gentle voice encouraging growth, but a harsh one constantly telling me I am behind, lacking, or still not enough. ...