In late 2019, I got to go to the Middle East with my former job to open a restaurant.
The trip changed my life, but not because of why you might think.
I’d traveled quite a bit before then; I’d been to Continental Europe and all the usual stuff. I’d seen more than half of the 50 states in the U.S.
I loved to learn about people, so I studied Sociology. I also met people from all over the world every day working in Times Square.
When I heard about that trip, I hadn’t really done much with my life…
I’ve been working with clients for about six months now, but before that, I was informally coaching people for quite a while.
One of the things I notice to be the biggest hurdle is people’s concept of “the time” and how much of it they have.
Now, before I go on, I need to tell you that time and your perception of it are two very important things.
The time is static. It has been the same since the origins of everything. There are 365 days in a year, 24 hours in a day, 60 minutes in an hour, and…
I was thinking a lot this week about “relationships,” “friendships,” and “family” when it comes to changing your life.
One of the biggest things clients say to me when they’re trying to change one or many aspects of their lives is “well, I’m also in a relationship. Can I ask you about that?”
So, at the risk of you hating a bulleted list, people’s concerns normally are:
OK- here’s the hard…
I discovered in my Facebook Memories yesterday a post from 2014, which said “I’ve started running. What a wholly pleasurable experience.”
Looking at the original post, I saw the first comments were from a friend that said, “Is this for real” and “who are you?”
Now, there are a few things you have to know about me for this to make sense.
First, I was easily smoking a pack a day at the time, and I’d been smoking since I was in 8th grade. I swore like a sailor (and I still do,) and I was the typical chaotic New…
I don’t know what it is about divorce, but it has always seemed liberating to me.
I’m not talking about divorce from a spouse here. I am nowhere near qualified to advise you on that subject even though I absolutely advocate for leaving situations that make you miserable.
I’m talking about divorcing your own identity when it’s a relationship that’s driving you to physical, emotional, spiritual, and often financial ruin.
I’ll give you a great example of what I mean-
A person that’s very close to me in my life has, for about five or more years, told me how…
There was a time in my life when I lived passively.
I talked a lot about it in this episode of my podcast, where I speak candidly about the time in my life when every day, I thought about jumping in front of the train as it barreled into the station.
That was the result of a life not lived on purpose- the way it felt to mindlessly be drug out of bed every afternoon (yes, afternoon,) and then carried through my day with such lifelessness and lack of control.
I would hurry myself to the shower, almost late, thirsty…
This week has been interesting.
In my last podcast about goal setting, I talked about conversations I’ve been eavesdropping on online regarding diet culture.
First, there was the side of the conversation that says that diet culture is toxic. (This happens to be where I land in the argument, by the way. I am willing to firmly plant my foot in cement on my stance that diet culture is toxic.)
Then, I was privy to stumble upon another conversation regarding diet culture. …
My friend Jim called me yesterday on his way to pick up some last-minute essentials.
Both of us had waited to get groceries for the upcoming snowstorm, as we never needed to in previous years. We both live in Manhattan, and in the past, it was never a problem to get dinner, regardless of the weather.
Now, in the COVID era, we realized not a moment too soon that we might be shit out of luck if we didn’t get those last-minute items.
We spent the afternoon call reminiscing about snow days we had when we were young. Jim and…
I’ve been sober for 350 days.
I wouldn’t have known that, had I not downloaded a sobriety app when I first let go of the sauce.
I knew on December 26th that I would never drink again.
The three-day bender and emotional upheaval were just about all I could stand, in addition to the onslaught of usual holiday anxiety, mourning the loss of my father, and all of the fun shit that creeps in during the last week of the calendar year.
I’d had enough. I was crying with the inability to stop, and I was mad at myself for…
I haven’t written anything for pleasure in a few weeks as I’ve been busy building the foundation for my business.
I have spent a chunk of my life being aimless, not moving in a particular direction, but rather, the opposite.
I am capable of manifesting many things, and I have proven this to be a skill set of mine through the years. The downside to this great power, however, is that if I do not want something, I cannot make myself get it.
For example, I do not want to work for anyone else. It disgusts me to think of…