Stagnation is my personal kryptonite. If you have ever been witness to me getting stuck, whether it’s in the outer world standing on a mountain ledge or if it’s within my own inner being trapped in a cycle of old patterns, you will also likely have seen me have a tragic meltdown. Everything in how I show up as a human is related to making forward movement. So when I get stuck,...

I’m not one for overly manicured landscaping. I tend to prefer my nature on the wilder side. It’s a good thing I’m comfortable with a little disorder because the endeavour of growing the seeds of ideas into a thriving business can be unruly. But given the right conditions, your inspired work can flourish into a splendid garden that provides an endless bounty of fruit.

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One of the most common doubts I encounter in those I work with is “What if what I have to offer the world is not enough?”

Because folks seek me out in order to discover what work they want to create in the world, their deepest fear is that they will actually discover they have nothing of value to offer. Hidden within the dark recesses of their mind is shame around their own...

When I was young, I received some “bad advice” from Corey Hart. I don’t know how global his musical reach is, but if you don’t know who he is, Corey Hart is a Canadian singer-songwriter whose hit singles topped the charts way back in the early 80s. My mom, bless her, indulged my young teenage fandom and accompanied me to several of his concerts. Now that I’m an...

Last month, it was my turn to experience the coronavirus for the first time (and hopefully the last). It was brutal. I understand the experience is different for each person, however, for myself, I had every one of the potential symptoms. Every single one. The worst, though, was the headache pain. It was like a vice grip being slowly tightened around the circumference of my head. The pressure...

Years ago, before I started this business, I was standing at a significant crossroads in my own work journey. I had been operating another business, which by external measures was deemed “successful”, however, it had come to the point where the work I was doing had lost all meaning to me and was devoid of any satisfaction or fulfillment. I knew I could no longer tolerate staying on...

In Canada, where I live, this past Monday was the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation. It is marked as a day to acknowledge the harm perpetrated against the indigenous peoples of our nation and to honour the survivors. The intent is to begin the healing process from our painful history.

I don’t pretend to know the extent of suffering of those who endured the oppression at the hands...

I get bored easily. The thought of reading a book I’ve already read or watching a movie I’ve already seen is off-putting to me. It means I’ve missed out on the opportunity to have a new experience. I don’t even like cooking the same meal twice.

This is because one of my core values is adventure. I am internally driven to have new experiences. It doesn’t even matter...

Back in the days when I was still seeking clarity about the direction of my own work, I remember that frustrating feeling of fog in the brain. No matter which direction I looked, the path ahead seemed obscured. I couldn’t tell which path was the right path. I couldn’t tell if any path was the right path. I felt lost. So, I just stayed where I was. But that only resulted in me...

“I miss that part of myself,” I said to my then business client. My words hung awkwardly in the air, as if I had spoken a truth I wasn’t supposed to say. I’m sure my client wasn’t interested in hearing what I didn’t like about my work, but to me, my admission was like a siren piercing the silence of my own apathy. I couldn’t unhear my own words. It left...

Decades after his burial, I stood at my dad’s grave reading the words etched into the simple gravestone: Service to others before self. I thought, “Yeah, and we buried him in the ground way before what should have been his time.”

My dad died from a brain tumour at the untimely age of 46. Although it was complications from cancer that ended his life, I contend he had lost his...

Two decades ago, I would have been hard-pressed to define inspiration, let alone have the embodied experience of it in my work. It is a concept that is difficult to express fully using words as it is more so a felt experience than an intellectual one. Through teaching the subject of inspired work, I have continued to study inspiration to further integrate it into my own being and to better...