Life's Negotiations

Some leaps you don't see coming until you've already left the ground.

Without a pre-flight checklist, a jump team, and a plan, what's a Type-A, compulsive list-maker to do?

Learning to leap all over again, by Jess Larsen. This is part of the like-you-mean-it (LYMI) blog series about every stage of living and leaping with intention. 

I don't love my kids. And right now, I'm scared of what you must think of me. 

My thanks for this is honest and difficult account from an anonymous mom and friend. I encouraged her to share because I believe wholeheartedly in the power of expressing the truth - even and especially when you're afraid to do it. It helps the writer, and my real hope is that it creates a forum for all of us to be real and be loved for who we are. 

People may think such things sometimes, especially when they're pissed off at their kids. But who really says this out loud and deeply, truly means it? No one I know. I'm scared of your rejection of me at my honesty.

Motherhood. We meet again.

I've navigated the decision myself and helped other women get past outside pressure to find the right answer for themselves.

One year ago, in a conversation with my coach, I finally voiced:

Honor each step, whether it is a baby step, or a huge leap.

By Christine Woodcock

Many parents will say that their children have taught them a great deal about life.

On motherhood and leaping, by Christine Woodcock

If money were no object, if fear were no object, if you could do anything in your life, live anywhere-- Where would you live? What would you do? What would your life be like?

In order to answer these questions truthfully, takes a lot of courage. It requires one to simply leap. Back in 2006, as I sat in the living room of my lakeside home in Connecticut, I somehow mustered my nerve and finally responded: