The Velocity of Love

This February, join me for a different kind of love story. Seven days exploring how loving yourself first isn’t selfish—it’s how you become capable of the kind of love that changes everything. Because hope begins when you fill your own well.

Love is a force in motion. It builds when it’s shared and transforms everything it touches. But here’s the truth most of us learn too late: love doesn’t arrive from somewhere else. It flows from within.

The velocity of love—how freely we let it move through our lives—determines not just our relationships, but our entire life’s trajectory.

And it starts with the hardest, most essential love of all: loving ourselves first.

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Every experience points True North

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If you had to name a thing you can do with absolute confidence, what would it be?

Maybe you can bake the perfect cake, coax a garden into bloom, patch a wall like a pro, or change a flat tire without breaking a sweat. Whatever it is, chances are your confidence comes from having done it dozens, maybe even hundreds of times. That’s the power of experience. Repetition and consistency build confidence — not just in a skill, but in ourselves, in our ability to learn and improve and rise to meet challenges. Read More

In February, let’s create a ripple or two

We’re not as independent as we think!

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Early in his career, salesman Joe Girard created his “Law of 250” which says that every person knows on average 250 other people. In his world, that meant that a positive sales experience for one customer had the potential to yield 250 more. So he’d gain not only that relationship, but access to every relationship that person had, their entire network of contacts and friends.

And it worked: through positive word of mouth, Girard became the Guinness Book of World Records greatest retail salesperson in the world, a title he held for 12 consecutive years.

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See what’s possible in July, Week 3: Strong in the broken places

I tried writing this week’s post three times. Couldn’t do it. The kitten needed spaying. My teeth needed cleaning. My closet needed organizing. And a million other things that come up when I’m supposed to be writing, and I’m just not ready.

But then, I remembered a story scribbled in a notebook that I had tossed onto the top shelf of the closet. Funny, those million things just weren’t important anymore. I yanked the closet door open and rummaged around the top shelf, empty hangers raining down on my head til I found the notebook.

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