Who did you want to be when you grew up?

“I have a secret to tell you."

"Kids are SMARTER than adults."


Mass uproar. 

It’s intimidating to stand in front of 250 wiggling balls of energy at an elementary school assembly for Women's History Month and explain how your journey to running a business included a brain tumor (note the cartoon representation). 

It helps though when you tell them how smart they already are. How, right now, they know things the adults in their lives are trying to figure out. It helps even more that it's true.

What did you love to do when you were young? Who did you want to be?

It may surprise you that many of the conversations I have with clients about changing careers and growing their businesses involve recalling those years when things seemed more straight forward. When they just did what they liked, and drew, sang, danced and dreamed in their own ways without worrying about other people's opinions.

Who you were back then says a lot about who you want to be now.

In fact, reconnecting with your Younger Self might be the most important thing you can do. Chapter 2 of my book, "SIMPLY LEAP: Seven Lessons on Facing Fear and Enjoying the Crap out of Your Life," highlights that concept. 

Your Younger Self can remind you how to lighten up and trust your instincts. Just as she knew what she liked and did it back then, you can do more of that now following her lead. 

She can help you:

  • Edit your wardrobe (wear what feels comfortable and pretty)
  • Develop meaningful relationships (it feels good to be around people who treat you well)
  • Invest your time / money / energy (do more of what you like and less of what everyone else thinks you should do)
  • And so much more

Because she did all of that naturally, remember?

She's still inside you. Let her lead. 

This isn't just a fun assignment, which it is. Being more aware of and true to the little person you were in elementary school can change your career and business for the better. It can make your decisions easier and it can grow your confidence.

What an honor to kick off Women’s History Month with JV Forrestal Elementary School in Beacon, NY and celebrate women leaders and change makers everywhere, including the young ones in the audience.

I'll leave you with the socks I wore at the assembly. Believe it or not, I own TWO pairs. Gifts from clients and friends who know my love of socks and desire to enjoy life fully.

I bet my Younger Self would approve. 

What does YOUR Younger Self want you to do this week?






Introverts can be funny

This was from my third-ever speech at the Ottobar for Ignite Baltimore. Five minutes to speak on whatever you want and I chose Deconstructing a Hug, including some demonstrations like this shot here while wearing a t-shirt that said, "Hug Like You Mean It." 


Not only did the rambunctious crowd erupt in hugs by the end (watch the video to see for yourself), someone called me a comedian.

Me, funny? I couldn't feel my feet the whole time.

I had practiced that five-minute speech for hours, how to phrase punch lines and when to pause in case anyone laughed. I didn't realize the work it takes to be funny but now have greater appreciation for people who get up there all the time. It's cool how many of the best comedians are introverts. 

This hug, which I also called the Herman Munster, still makes me smile. Don't give one of these by the way, okay? No one likes them. 

But do get on stage and do what feels out of your comfort zone, and beyond what anyone - including you - would ever think you were capable of. 

You are capable.

You are brave.

You are funny. Really!

If you've been sitting on an idea for a while, worried that maybe now isn't the right time or maybe you don't know enough yet (you can never know enough, it's the oldest Fear trick in the book), get yourself out there. 

I'm happy to help.

Schedule a free consultation and we'll chat about your idea, helping you feel more confident and clear.

We can even come up with jokes for your first speech. I might still have a couple one-liners memorized!