What my first hypnosis session felt like.

How long has “just for now” been going on?

A closed restaurant led us to a delicious breakfast.

A quick scan offered another look at my heart health.

How I keep moving after a poor night’s sleep.

The comfortable pants I keep reaching for.

A Key West night that left our group with stories.

I tried the air-quality room upgrade in Key West.

Six years later, I made it to the NYSE floor.

What I’m noticing while washing dishes in the bathroom sink.

This one feels especially relevant when you know what you want, you’re doing the work, and things still aren’t moving as quickly as you hoped. I’m reminding myself that not everything happens on my timeline, and sometimes the hardest part is continuing to trust the process while I’m still somewhere in the middle. I have a feeling a lot of us can relate to that.

What exercise snacking looks like in a busy day.

The stories I’ve heard lately are changing how I live.

Insight Timer is helping me meditate through the construction noise.

How my doctor and I are approaching healthy aging.

The two things I’d order again at Cecchi’s.

This season of living without my normal routines has reminded me how much structure supports me. It’s also made me think differently about the people I coach who are navigating circumstances they didn’t choose and can’t simply fix. Sometimes moving forward means finding a few small things you can control and letting those create a little steadiness, helping you stay grounded while everything else feels out of sorts.

One of my favorite ways to get movement in has nothing to do with a gym. We call it “urban hiking.” Whenever we’re in New York City, we walk. A lot. On a recent day, I logged more than 11,000 steps just walking the streets with Ruby, exploring neighborhoods, walking to wherever we were going and stopping along the way. I could walk around New York for hours and never really think about the fact that I’m exercising. And now, having a dog has added another layer to it. Ruby nee

The older I get, the more I appreciate people who make room. I was thinking about this recently after walking into a social situation where I didn’t know a lot of the people very well. Some I was just getting to know. Some had known each other for years. And I just felt welcomed. Not in some big, obvious way, it just felt easy. I was genuinely grateful to be included, and I found myself talking to people, getting to know them and really enjoying being there. It got me thinkin

I’ve had my Eagle Creek packing cubes for so long that they don’t even make my exact ones anymore. Mine are the old Pack-It Specter cubes, white with fluorescent yellow-green trim, and they have been on more trips than I could possibly count. But on this last trip, they were an absolute lifesaver. We were moving from place to place, usually staying somewhere for only a night or two. There was really no point in unpacking, so my suitcase basically became my dresser. I sorted e