The kids were at school, the house was quiet, and she was on the verge of tears. Not because anything dramatic had happened. Nothing had happened. That was the problem. She'd folded the washing, put it in the basket, and just... sat down. And couldn't get back up. She told me this story months later, after we'd worked together. 'I thought I was...
Read MoreTwenty-four+ years. That's how long soccer has been in my life. Not my sport. Not my passion. But woven into the fabric of my relationship with Aaron in the way that a lot of things become woven in - quietly, consistently, just there. For most of those years I was on the sideline. Literally. Watching. Cheering. Present but not really...
Read MoreThere's a particular kind of discomfort that doesn't have a clean name. It's not a crisis. It's not depression, though it can feel flat in ways that look similar. It's not burnout, though exhaustion is usually part of it. It's not a relationship problem or a work problem or a problem with your circumstances, even if all of those things feel...
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