The smell of Africa

There is a smell that belongs distinctly to Africa. It arrives before dawn. Red earth after rain. The dry warmth of acacia and dust. Something ancient and alive that no other place on earth replicates. If you have experienced it, you never fully leave it behind. It...

What fills you

I have a very reliable test for whether I am living well. My dogs know it before I do. When I come home present, unhurried, unburdened, they feel it immediately. We end up on the floor together. There is laughing. There is chaos. There is nothing I would rather be...

Monday morning dread

I hated Mondays once. Not just the alarm. The whole weight of it. The knowledge that the next five days were something to survive rather than live. Sunday evenings carried a particular darkness, a slow creeping dread that stole the weekend before it was even over. I...

You’re leaving money on the table

The freelancer who charges too little. The consultant who apologizes before quoting. The executive who caves before the client pushes back. This isn’t humility. It’s self-sabotage dressed up as modesty. Imposter syndrome is nearly universal. A landmark...

The one who annoys you

I’ve been in rooms with brilliant leaders who hadn’t been challenged in years. You can feel it. A certain settled quality to their thinking. Confident in ways that have nothing to do with evidence. Surrounded by people who have learned, often through hard...