A guy I know once said, “I don’t want to hear how great your life is. Tell me your shit. I want to know you know where I’ve been. Then I can trust you.” So, on that note my friends, I’m going to tell you my “shit,” the good stuff and the bad stuff. Last week I wrote about living your practice life vs living your real life. I wrote this on Monday, keenly aware that I didn’t "get everything done" on Friday. Already that inner critic is piping up: Why didn’t you do that on Frida

I don’t have my shit together. As a life and career coach, I’m supposed to have my shit together. But I don’t. I don't always make enough money to pay my bills. I don’t eat right. I don’t have a life partner. I’ll never be in shape the way I was when I was swimming 4 miles a day. Or when I was 25 and training for a marathon. Or 35 and playing Ultimate Frisbee. It’s beyond embarrassing to admit this. Yet, it’s so, so necessary. I've been waiting for my "someday" life to start.

When did “self-care” become synonymous with getting our nails done? For the record, I love having my nails done, but it’s not self-care. My Self doesn’t need pretty nails; my ego does. (And, yes, I realize people paint their nails for other reasons.) When we talk about self-care, it’s essential to examine our motivations to be sure that we are supporting our Selves and health rather than inadvertently undermining our self-esteem. Self-care is not irresponsible indulgence; alt