I dropped my luggage into the overhead space above and slid into my seat. The train was only half crowded and I'd have a window seat in a row all to myself. I stretched out and checked the time. It was 12:15 PM. If everything ran to schedule, I'd be in Boston in four...

I hopped up in bed and silenced my alarm. Taking an exaggerated stretch, I eyed the hazy blue and pink clouds as the sun rose against the Brooklyn skyline. I smiled to myself. This would be another amazing day in the life I had created for myself. There...

I stepped outside as the raw February air hit my face. The rising sun hid behind the low-hanging clouds above and provided no refuge to the frigid temperatures. I buttoned up my peacoat and fastened my scarf tight around my neck. I had a thirty-minute walk...

Last month, a young woman attended my remote workshop on Overcoming Fear Based Thinking. For this article's sake, let's call her Sarah.  Sarah had been out of college for a little less than a year and working at a large US bank as a programmer. Things were good...

For the majority of my life, I believed that the only way to succeed was to struggle. I thought that working 60 hours a week in a job I didn't love was normal. And as I lived this way, society reaffirmed my beliefs. Everyone around me was doing the same thing and...

I settled into my swivel chair and popped open my laptop. I had an hour until the workshop began. It'd be just enough time to practice once more and send last minute reminders to my attendees. Leaning back in my chair, I clicked on the link that led me to the...

"Who you surround yourself with, you become. What you think of yourself, you are" - Unknown I had been in New York five months but still felt new to the scene. Only the week before had my company given our NYC team office space in Manhattan and I remember being...

I hopped out of bed and flipped open my laptop to check my email. It had been three weeks since I'd flown out to San Francisco to interview for a job at a Silicon Valley startup and I had yet to hear back. The anticipation was gnawing at me. Would this be my ticket...

A taxi went whizzing past me as I hopped across the street and pushed my way into the revolving doors at 26 Broadway. Sweat crept down my brow and my back as I walked over to the elevators. Summer in New York would not let up and the heat seemed to stick...