Of all the things that I would have liked to have had in common with the late Queen Elizabeth of England – an annus horribilis didn’t make my top 10. But as we all know, sometimes these things are out of our control; and while the events of my horrible year were not going to relegate a 1000-year-old institution to the trash bin, they still shook my foundation to its very core. 

2018 was a horrible, no good, very bad year. It was my annus horribilis. Everything was falling apart around me and all I could do was watch, in horror, as my life imploded. It was only after I emerged from the charred remains of what I though was my life, that I knew something had to change.

Why was I always starting over? Why did it feel like I was in a constant state of transition? Why did I never feel like I was moving forward in my life and evolving as a person? WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME???

To answer these questions, I knew that I had to get very REAL with myself. I couldn’t put it off any more and I was going to have to put in the work to get to the bottom of what was going on with me.  A “root cause analysis” of the wreckage that was my life was in order; and I needed to be brutally honest with myself about my role in it all.  I have done a lot of the work already, but with almost 50 years of dysfunction to work through, it’s gonna be a while before I can say I am a fully formed, well adjusted human being. 

My hope is that I can provide support for anyone else going through the work of becoming their best selves and that together we can truly start to believe that while we may be a little banged up, we are not completely broken.