This past week I was driving my three year old son to preschool. We're usually the family that gets there 5 minutes before class starts, and I've been working really hard on arriving earlier. So I was feeling really proud of myself. 

I was also thinking about an executive coaching session I had the day before with an administrator. The administrator has been dealing with some heavy situations, and I was thinking about strategies we could implement moving forward. As I was deep in thought while driving, I looked in my rearview mirror and realized a motorcycle cop had his lights on behind me. 

In confusion, I pulled over. "Maybe I was going 40 by accident," I thought. As we pulled over, my son inquired what was happening, and I told him the policeman needed to talk to mommy because I may have done something wrong. I turned my car off, rolled down the window, and waited. 

As the officer approached the car, my son yelled, "MOMMY MADE A RED CHOICE!" 

At school,...

Earlier this week a client sent me a clip from a mainstream news outlet about a new term, "quiet quitting." 

On this blog, we focus on evidence-based practice, so I rarely comment on what the media has decided is important to report about burnout. 

However, this new language has me angry, and I want to kindly address what is happening.

Recently media and influencers have started using the term "quiet quitting" to describe what employers nationwide are experiencing as it relates to employee engagement with work. Major news outlets from NPR to Fox News to CNBC to ABC have posted articles reporting the new trend.

While some have included explanations of how this is actually a terrible term that amounts to setting healthy boundaries, others have taken the opportunity to drag younger generations of workers saying they are "lazy" and don't have "work ethic" because they are choosing to only work during work hours and not engage in work-related activities, like checking...

This past summer I moved from Dallas to a small North Texas town called Wichita Falls. My mom was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, and since both my husband and I do most of our work remotely, we decided we wanted to be near her so we could enjoy her last days together as a family.

We finally found a house and hired a moving company to get us from point A to point B. Yay!

Moving day came and the movers arrived (late) and the problems started piling up. One of the three workers was constantly on his phone and in the bathroom. He and the foreman were constantly yelling at each other because of this. The foreman didn't think everything was going to fit in the truck. The owner didn't care and didn't plan on resolving the problem, among other things, like telling me I didn't understand math. If you know me, you know that insulting my intelligence didn't go over well.

Y'all. I wish that was the end of it. 

They arrived in Wichita Falls and among other drama (like asking...