Once upon a time, half a lifetime ago, I ran away to Scotland.
Once upon a time, half a lifetime ago, I ran away to Scotland. I arrived in Edinburgh and was greeted by icy fingers of fog, sheets of rain, and the most breathtaking view of a backlit castle at dark. I covered my head and throat and heart with heavy wool, and hung my coat on my radiator when I got home just to watch the damp turn into steam and rise. I learned to love deeply steeped tea with milk and sugar to restore warmth to my freezing hands. I found amazing people. I learned to understand people and to understand myself. I bridged cultures and I cemented lifetime friendships.
January will always remind me of returning to myself. Of choosing my happiness. Of valuing self-respect. And of taking calculated risks to experience a deeper sense of peace. Because of what I learned, I now coach individuals who need a sounding board and help finding their true north. I help teams create community and a sense of culture and value and greatness in the daily grind. I help people of all kinds and leaders of all stripes experience the beautiful reality of letting someone unexpected open a new world for you.
This year, there is a chance I will return to one of my heart’s homes to present my work. I hope with all that I am and all that I have become that I can actualize the opportunity to knit together the place where I learned such fundamental truths and the philosophical place that love, trauma, fortune, disaster, and a whole lot of gratitude has landed me in. January will always take me back to Scotland 🏴.
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