Are you living the life you really want to live? Are you doing what makes your heart sing and your spirit sparkle? Do you wake up most mornings feeling blessed that you get to do what you love? If your answer is a resounding yes, then bravo, for you are among those...
Fear and Money Conversations when talking about wealth. Here are a few more examples of common fears that prevent open, honest, and transparent communication about family wealth. Fear of Treating Heirs Unequally and Fostering Sibling Rivalry Fear and money. Each...
I couldn’t believe my eyes. One day, the gravel inside our fish tank was pressed flat as if leveled by a steamroller. The following morning, there was a mountain sloping along the left side of the tank, almost reaching the top. I wondered what happened, but assumed my...
Fear and Money. When Talking about Family Wealth. Studies show that the largest contributing factor to generational wealth being lost is Fear. Fear and talk of money about family wealth create problems for future generations. Lack of trust, lack of communication, and...
Paul and I hadn’t spoken to one another in more than two years. And not a day passed without my wishing it were otherwise. Whenever his name was mentioned in conversation, an uneasy feeling washed over me. In the early days of our not talking, that feeling would...
Almost every time I give a talk and share my story, I’m asked, “Was there one person who helped you most along the way?” It’s a good question because for years I believed that everything I accomplished I did alone. Today I know that’s not true. When our lives are...
Recently, a woman came to me for help in defining her life’s purpose. “I’m forty-three years old,” she said, “and I haven’t a clue what I want to do with the rest of my life.” “What are you passionate about?” I asked. “What makes your heart sing and your spirit...
Twenty-five years ago, I was introduced to journaling and didn’t like it one bit. But it saved my life. My greatest fear was that if others really knew who I was, they wouldn’t like me. Writing about my feelings was a surefire way to reveal myself. So why would I ever...
I once had a beautiful plant. It sat on my dining-room table for three weeks as I waited for it to blossom. Each week, I waited for something to happen. By week three, instead of a luscious blooming bush, what revealed itself was a dry, shriveled piece of nothing. I...