Some non-advice for the parents-to-be as I look back on my daughter’s first 21 years

Some non-advice for the parents-to-be as I look back on my daughter’s first 21 years

Last week, my daughter turned 21. The ups and downs of my life with her came cascading down around me as the day caused me to reflect on the role I’ve played in getting her to this point – which is now, for me, one of my best friends.  

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I am a Certified Professional Co-Active Coach

I am a Certified Professional Co-Active Coach

During the month of May last year I was essentially working four part-time jobs. Managing that kind of a schedule doesn’t work for me. It makes me irritable. I found having that much (unrelated) responsibility competing for my attention, and working such an inconsistent schedule, was more than I could manage. The income I was able to cobble together didn’t cut it either.

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Week One: Bringing theCauseCoach back to Facebook

Week One: Bringing theCauseCoach back to Facebook

This is the first week of the rest of my life, right? With my lay-off and the holiday weekend behind me, I’m focusing on what’s next.

Have you seen that I’m back on Facebook? After taking a stand at the end of last year and completely deleting my account followed by a three month hiatus, I rejoined on March 31. I simply felt, in light of the lockdown and pending sense of doom at that time, a bit disconnected. I hadn’t, as I had hoped, found an alternative to Facebook.

What did I find in the time away? 

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The end of the beginning

The end of the beginning

I took off last week. From the blog, not work. I have some projects I’m finishing up which didn’t deserve to compete with the thoughts in my head. I wasn’t prepared to necessarily address that beginning on July 1, I will be unemployed again. Yes, unfortunately, my time with CARA comes to a pre-mature end next week. As the CARA Connection Newsletter states:

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14 life lessons learned in 24 years running

14 life lessons learned in 24 years running

This week marks the beginning of my 25th year as a runner. On March 4, 1996 I laced up my shoes for the first time and with really no idea of what I was doing podded through a two mile ring of my apartment building in Hackensack, New Jersey. (Read about that HERE).

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