A gentle rebellion against the rush. Lately, I’ve been slowing down. Not as a strategy, but as a survival instinct. Somewhere between being a mom, a coach, a business owner, and a woman trying to hold it all together—I realized that life had started to feel like one long checklist. Even the meaningful things were being rushed. Walks became workouts.Conversations became calendar blocks.Rest became something to earn. And the more I rushed, the more disconnected I felt. The wak

Last week, I attended a global leadership conference. One of the speakers said something that stuck with me: “Do the boring thing.” It...

Picture of my dad, son and I crossing the finish line of our 10km Army Race in Ottawa. "Olga" I heard coming from the crowd as we were...

A conversation about leaning towards discomfort. "You're not like most parents," she remarked. I hadn't even realized she was sitting...

The morning air feels crispier and cooler. The summer plants no longer look as vibrant, and the pool toys are starting to look like...