by AnnSheybani | Apr 15, 2014 | adventure, Boundaries, coaching, Courage, Life, nice girl complex, reinvention, role model, running
Here’s what I do. I help clients see their world differently. Because when you help someone see their world differently, their world changes. When someone sees the world differently they show up differently, and they create results that looked impossible a... by AnnSheybani | Apr 14, 2014 | coaching, criticism, dealing with criticism, goals, guest post, Life, Walt Hampton, Writing
This is a guest post by none other than Walt Hampton. One of my fondest memories from my early years as a young single dad is of watching my boy, clad in his yellow slicker and red rubber boots, stomping in the puddles, standing in the rain. He always liked... by AnnSheybani | Apr 6, 2014 | Alcoholic rules, books, coaching, expectations, Honesty, Life, limiting beliefs, manipulation, rage, self-sabotage, Shift The World, Steve Chandler, The Adult Children of Alcoholics Syndrome
My mom was the queen of expectations. Despite being very helpful to me, particularly when my kids were young, her acts of service always came with an unspoken price tag. Our relationship suffered because she expected me to do whatever she ‘expected’ of me... by AnnSheybani | Mar 31, 2014 | adventure, identity, introvert, Ireland, Life, route finding, Starting Over
I used to think there was something wrong with me because I didn’t enjoy what “normal” people did. I could never get into Broadway shows, or cruises, or bus tours, or weekends in a big city, or marathon shopping trips, or the ballet, or watching... by AnnSheybani | Mar 24, 2014 | identity, Life
I ran this post a year or two back. What with the cheese, Guinness, and chocolate cake I’ve been facing day after day here in Ireland–serious temptations, particularly when presented by hospitable friends and neighbors–I thought I could use a little... by AnnSheybani | Mar 17, 2014 | Boundaries, confrontation, identity, Ireland, Life, nice girl complex, people pleasing, rage, Saying no
A young Frenchman wants to switch places with me so he can sit next to one of the five cohorts who accompanied him on our transatlantic flight. He’s asked me several times if I’ll move, and he won’t take no for an answer. “This is my wife,” he says in broken English...
