So, I locked my keys in the car. They are, still, leering at me from the middle console as I wait for the USAA rescue crew. Being stuck at Chipotle is a minor disruptive life event. I needed help. Because I was stranded with 3 of my 4 children and another needed to be picked up from camp.

How do we create a culture where people want to share (so that we can practice empathy)? Great question from my morning session with the hard-working team of the United Way of Central Indiana. They are doing such important work! One great way to open up a deeper level of understanding and support is to do a temperature check with your team.

“You brought so much light to what our teams are going through…”. I love reading comments like this at the close of a session. The great engagements just keep coming this week…

I was in a room full of people today, doing what I love! Being in-person again was a delight. Thank you, Park Tudor School. Our all-day session offered so many moments of learning and connection. Educators are pandemic heroes and it was a pleasure to bring this content into a school setting.

The JoyPowered Journal from JoDee Curtiss and the team at Purple Ink llc is such a great resource for reflection and growth.

And I am honored to be a contributor

Micro-compassions. Isn’t that a great term? Scott Shute defines micro-compassions as the powerful movement from “Me” to “We”. Here are a few to try in your workplace today…

Cliché. Definition: a phrase or opinion that is overused and displays a lack of original thought. Also, a common (and crappy) way to verbally process someone else’s pain. I call this the Cheer-Up Cheryl response pattern, wanting to make it “better” for someone else. Here are a few of the thoughtless, devoid-of-original-thought verbal garbage that we go to…

Any other working moms out there? Continually aware of all the ways you are falling short, trying to survive, work, and parent in the midst of a global pandemic? Then you will delight in this NY Times article too! 12 Moms, celebrating their secret strengths...the little successes that we all too often overlook in the press to do and be more.

I yelled at Luke, threw a book across the room, and was so bone weary I couldn’t even cry. Mother’s Day, 2011. Eight weeks after I buried my daughter, Mercy Joan. I was not OK. The day is right around the corner (May 9). And Mother’s Day is so much more complex than the Hallmark cards make it look…

When you mishandle someone who is hurting, and you will (none of us is perfect). Apologize. Try out this phrasing: “I’m sorry. I didn’t show up/respond/care for you the way that I would have wanted to. I was careless/too busy/didn’t know what to say. I am going to do better moving forwards.”

The entrepreneurial life can be lonely!

Expressing our humanity through shared sorrow, not just to the Internet but with our colleagues and friends, is vital. It is part of the path towards healing and meaningful change.

We have to stop hijacking the narrative when someone is hurting…

Always learning about my biases...I have minimized the experience of Asian Americans with my language.

“Work is for work; keep home at home”. False. This brutalizing perspective cleaves people in two: dividing the work self from the messy, rest-of-life self. If your culture does not make space for weakness, if you penalize emotion as being too feminine or too distracting, you aren’t avoiding the “problem” of emotions.

Celebrate the small wins today…

Empathy shows up in your calendar. Because our calendars manifest what is important to us. And as much as I want to be a person that supports those around me, the needs are too big and I often get caught up in the moment. That is why I plan for empathy in my calendar.

How do you view rest right now? Because if you can’t allow yourself to rest, you won’t allow others to rest either. And that is the road to burnout.

I passed a game of pick-up football yesterday. A bunch of boys playing. And as I walked past, one kid missed a tackle and was slow to get off the ground. "You're so gay! You're such a homo," his teammates taunted. Ugh. There is still so much work to do.

I took yesterday off. It was the ten-year anniversary of my daughter Mercy’s death. And I knew that I wouldn’t be present for a meeting or a training or a sales call. A decade of growth has taught me to make space for my grief. Make space in my body. Make space in my schedule. What I resist, persists.