The Field Notes

Another relationship has just ended. The same pattern showed up again, the one I thought I'd already done the work on. I loved her. That part was real. And somewhere in the middle of it, the old shape reasserted itself anyway, the pleasing, the trying to be enough,...

The term gets thrown around a lot now, usually with candles in the photo and a caption about healing. I want to tell you what it actually is, because the real version has nothing to do with any of that, and it's a lot more useful than the version you've probably seen...

There's a particular kind of tired that comes from doing one more thing for a client who was never going to be satisfied no matter what you handed them. Not the good tired from a hard day's work. The other kind. The kind where you've just delivered something you...

I was sitting on a bathroom floor in the dark. Alone. Somewhere in the middle of a plant medicine experience that had stripped away every story I'd ever told myself about who I was, and one thing wouldn't let go of me. I wasn't afraid of failing. I'd already proven I...

I've told the story before about the night I was given one of the highest honours my company handed out. Five thousand people in the room, my name called out, the whole place on its feet. I sat back down next to an empty chair, because the one person I wanted there...

There were five thousand people in that room. I was being awarded one of the highest honours the company gave out, the first person in Australia to ever reach that level. My name got called, I walked up, and the room stood and cheered. I sat back down next to an empty...