To love hard means to grieve hard.
The waves of grief will come. Sometimes in tsunami-like waves. Sometimes it's in slow ripples. Either way, the waves always come. We can ride them in. Be crashed to the bottom by them with a mouth full of sand. Or
To be seen, heard, know, loved, accepted, and free.
One of the big pain points, and one of my favorite courageous conversations, in so many of my calls and my workshops lately is the discussion around leading and working with different generations.
mistakes will be made.
When a team doesn't have trust and well-being, the consequences are much more catastrophic than profit.
how we heal and move forward
When we name it, we can navigate it. Doing that together, in and through connection, is how we heal and move forward.
