by Eva Van KrugelSomething has shifted in how I roll over the past few years. I’ve historically defaulted to being an achiever, sometimes to a fault. I love meaningful work, a full calendar, witnessing fellow humans and their teams flourish, and I took pride in my capacity to hold a lot. Then life changed. A few seasons of […]
by Eva Van KrugelSometimes we think we’re supposed to have this figured out by now. The inner narrative strikes: we should be further along, more certain, and less unsure of ourselves. Without meaning to we add pressure, doubt, and stress. Along the way, we may lose touch with what’s here and available in us right now. I see […]
by Eva Van KrugelLast night was the first session of a new professional development community of practice. As we shared wishes for the next six months, I named an interest in bringing real working tensions for peer coaching, learning, and growth. Those who know me know I’m always developing something and I better be to have the great […]
by Eva Van KrugelIn a world where so many are discovering more about trauma in their own stories and in others, I’m struck by this beautiful quote from Tara Brach: “The gift of healing the woundedness of trauma is that it becomes a gateway to love, freedom, and healing.” May this offer even a wee glimmer to someone […]
by Eva Van KrugelThe leaders I most admire practice humility and downright dig growing. They look inward and outward, supporting others while staying committed to their own development and healing too, where needed. They are attuned to themselves and strengthen tuning in with those around them. Every challenge, courageous conversation, and moment of collaboration becomes a chance to […]
by Eva Van KrugelDo you love who you are when you’re with the people in your orbit? When I was 16, heartbroken and sprawled on the floor in pajama pants printed with red hearts, tissues surrounding me in a near perfect circle, a family friend asked me a question I’ve never forgotten: “Do you love who you are […]
by Eva Van KrugelIt caught me off guard. I didn’t realize what it was until a close friend named it: grief. A combination of losses and anticipatory ones had rolled up to my front door in a big, messy bundle. It hasn’t followed a straight line, and it rarely arrives in ways I expect. Some days it’s loud. […]