Today marks the first day of Spring, but where I live there’s still about 6 inches of snow on the ground, left over from two big snowstorms last week. Real Spring here starts more like in May, but it’s OK: I can wait. The benefits of living in a place with distinct seasons for me is experiencing a clear sense of change in the weather. Where I live, it seems as though that when Spring really comes, it’s as if the outdoors suddenly explodes with colors and sounds. It’s intense, but a welcome shift, a clear demarcation of something new.
What metaphors about Spring apply to you?
When is the first real day of Spring for you?
What’s under the snow?
What’s waiting to emerge, burst forth?
Before specializing as a professional coach in 2004, I spent more than a decade in leadership, management and program development for state and local government and non-profit organizations. Now I get to help leaders and teams have more clarity and ability to stand up for what's important in their work and in their organizations. Working with me, leaders and teams find more meaning and purpose, feel happier and more confident, navigate change and conflict, and work together better.