Working versus Serving

Working Versus Serving

Every day, I wake up with a choice.  I can either wake up and go to work, or I can wake up and serve. What do you think the difference is, between working versus serving? The way I see it, I can show up for a job for the sake of receiving the money in exchange for the work, with no greater purpose than “making a living.” Or, inside of that work, I can have an intention to serve others …

man in wheelchair

Who is Serving Who?

I love how life surprises me. Sometimes I wonder who is serving who? I was running late for an appointment with my doctor, and as I rushed into the lobby I got behind an elderly woman who was speaking to the receptionist. From behind, I could see her shoulders sagging; I could feel her fatigue, her frustration. Next to her was a frail and motionless young man in a wheelchair.   Apparently, they had an appointment with his doctor, who …

the danger of indecision

The Danger of Indecision

I learned long ago that in order to get what I want in this world I must be willing to ask for it. From asking the barista for that special concoction of flavors combined exactly to my liking, to inviting people into important conversations, I make many requests daily. In my practice as a life coach, I’ve been known to propose that people in fact practice asking for things with the acronym AYAO (Ask Your Ass Off). Let’s talk about …

the roots of a dandelion

The Roots of a Dandelion

I’m the one who is always positive. My gift to the world is my ability to inspire, to lift others up to their best self. People see me in a certain way; my life coaching brand created through my behavior and the language I use. I think it’s unsettling for people to see me otherwise. Since the death of Dad, I’ve felt a profound sadness, strong like the roots of a dandelion. I can grab the top of it and …

today we lay my dad to rest

Today We Lay My Dad To Rest

Today we lay my dad to rest… As many of you know, my dad passed away on July 13. I was next to him, along with others, fiercely loving him as he took his last breath. An amazing thing occurred the night before, when my two sisters, my bother and I formed a circle around him, holding hands, and telling him we were forming a circle of love for him. After not having moved or spoken for a few days, …

What Is Heaven Like?

Just Barely Out of Reach

My father is dying of cancer. It’s in his eyes that no longer quite reach me. It’s in the way he searches my face for signs of recognition. Who am I again? It’s in the way his mind pokes in and out of today’s world, seeking something just barely out of reach. It’s in the sheepish, toothless, grin he flashes when he is embarrassed because of something he thought or said. The letting go is everywhere. In his heart, in …