The MyPeacein50 Blog

MyPeacein50 Series

I have to be honest with you. In so many areas of my life, I often have these sweeping visions that if I implement this one change, such as using a new planner, a perfectly execute...

Why both sorrow and anger deserve room to breathe

There is so much to grieve right now. Some of the grief is personal. Some of it is collective. Some of it is hard to name.

Many of us are carrying l...

Reclaiming imagination, curiosity, and lightness in a world that often asks us to grow up too quickly

Play has never come naturally to me. Even as a child, I often felt more like a little adult than ...

How tending living things can become a practice of presence, patience, and quiet repair

There is something about gardening that feels like prayer. Not the kind of prayer that requires particular word...

For most of my life, I thought calming down was something you did with your mind.

You took a deep breath.
You reframed the thought.
You talked yourself out of the feeling.

And sometimes that works. ...

I’ve spent a lot of time over the years talking about boundaries. I’ve written about them. Taught them. Wrestled with them personally and professionally. I even created a Boundaries in Leadership Tool...

I first heard about power poses years ago, when I was invited to do one as part of a meditation designed to cultivate confidence before a big day. The instruction was simple enough:
Stand up. Put your...

I have a confession to make.

I am a fixer.
A hard-core fixer.

If you want something done, I’m your girl. I make sh** happen. When someone I care about is struggling—emotionally, professionally, logi...

For much of my life, saying “no” did not come easily.

Not because I didn’t feel overwhelmed.
Not because I didn’t sense my energy draining.
But because I didn’t yet know how to recognize those signal...

There’s a quiet kind of power in claiming space. Not the kind that demands more square footage, better furniture, or a perfectly curated aesthetic—but the kind that says: this is mine.
This is where I...

Every year, without fail, something happens to me during the last week of December.

It’s not subtle.

I wake up with an almost irresistible urge to clean out all the things. Closets. Cabinets. Drawer...

“The most wonderful time of the year.”

That phrase can feel painfully out of sync when your calendar is overflowing, your nervous system is already stretched thin, and the unspoken expectation is tha...