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Why can’t you find a job you like? Do you not know what to do with your life? Then you are ready to dive into deepening your Authenticity. Find practical and playful tips from Heidi Esther, Certified Joy and Life Coach.
Keywords: how to stop gossip at work, gossip at work, work gossip, stopping gossip, professional way to say stop gossiping

Have these words ever graced your big, beautiful brain? God I don’t know what I want to do with my life? or So, how to find a career when nothing interests you? You, brave, generous soul, are in the right place to find an answer. Heidi Esther is a career coach for women and a certified emotional intelligence life coach with your next 4 moves.

I sat there, on the floor of Meijer grocery store. You know, that aisle that has all the fish tanks at the back?
My large, full shopping cart off to one side, a pink bundle of sleepy, slow-drinking baby in my lap. Next to me, my toddler shoveling handfuls of Cheerios into his mouth, staring at the fish. Cheerios spilling everywhere.
I closed my eyes and heard the ice cream dripping from the bottom of the shopping cart.
But I wasn’t sad or mad. This was my life! I prevented another complete meltdown. And that’s the exact moment when a familiar thought punched through my mile-long to-do and to-clean and to-care for lists…
Is this it?
I stared at the fish tanks. All those fish, swimming around and around the little castles and fake plants. I wondered if they ever had that question.
read more of this fishy story, beautiful!What does it take to keep Enjoying The Ride that is life, when things are uncertain. When things are scary? When things are out of your control?
oh man, what kinda ride did heidi esther go on? read on, brave soul!I typed this into the chat box, to a message to my wife. No, no, both of us are healthy middle-aged people. Just as tired and achey as the next middle-aged parents, coming to grips with sore hips, backs, and eyes that now need reading glasses. For those minor inconveniences, I am daily grateful. Nothing a little more yoga, patience, and five pairs of expertly-placed reading glasses around the house can’t solve.
but what is really going on here? Read on, intrepid traveler!Revolutionize your love? It takes three minutes to align with your self and your self-love. Here’s the scoop!
Hello, sweet soul and friend. How are things going? And how are you taking care of your big heart today? For me, it’s been an odd month. Changing schedules, covid outbreaks, clogged drains. In other words, life!
So, schedules. During the past month, I all-but-abandoned a part of my morning routine. Today, I started it up again, and it felt like coming home. To me. To why I love myself. It helps me remember me – ALL of me – when I get lost in productivity, books, helping others, and even house cleaning! Here are three sentences you can write down to wrap yourself in love at the start of every day 🙂
Love-Your-Infinite-Self Morning Routine 👇
click to get the three phrases!A story (Yes, I disappointed my wife, it’s true) that leads to the magical elixir that will keep You from feeling guilt AND will pave the way for you to shine as bright as a galaxy!
what is this magical elixir? And will I need a mortar and pestle? >>The Master Key is a Deleted scene from the start of my book. For Cryin’ Out Loud.
well, now i’m intrigued! read on >>>A story… Recently, I woke up and I felt off. About 20 minutes into reorganizing my bathroom closet, I realized that I was in hard-core avoidance mode. As I weeded out the slimified old lotion bottles, I knew it was time.
I sat down and cried. I didn’t judge or question myself. I journaled. THEN, that afternoon, I connected with two friends to process the meltdown.
crying is so hard. that’s why god invented brownies.I sat there, yesterday, on my bed. My hot laptop staring right at me. My legs aching from laying flat; my middle-aged back screaming “you know, you have a desk for work now!”
But my stomach and head weren’t listening, despite the nagging. It had been three hours since my last break. All was well. All my tabs closed, well, except….
Except my personal email tab. The purple outline of my google chrome browser was still open at top of my screen, haunting me.