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You’ve been called.

You’ve been called to step up, to lead, to serve, to write, to create, to enact change, to generate, to produce, to speak and to succeed. Yes. To succeed.

And I think you’ve heard yourself SAY that you’re ready to answer the call.

It’s just, you’ve also heard yourself say:

It’s too late.
I’m not ready.
It’s all been done.
It doesn’t make sense.
It’s going to be too hard.
No one will listen.

What if none of that was true? I know it SEEMS true. You’ve certainly gathered enough evidence to support these claims. Yet, you’re here reading. Because you know that under the piles of story lives the truth. YOUR truth. And it’s swathed in desire.

Let’s shine some light on that. On you.

It’s your starring role that’s calling. Are you ready to step in?


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All the ways we can make magic

Good coaching is all about forward motion, propulsion, and stepping…

You’re in Good Company

When Tara Gentile got the call about teaching on live video in front of thousands of online viewers, her immediate reaction was, “Who me?”

Have stage. Will inspire.

You’ve got a stage and I’ve got a message. And presence. And power. And persuasion. Let’s talk…

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It’s time to shine some light on the situation. The Spotlight Session illuminates the places that seem dark and unknown.


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Climbing back into the Box.

Remember Paddington Bear? The marmalade-loving, welly-wearing bumbling sweetheart found by the Browns at Paddington Station with a “please look after this bear” note? Yeah. He was my main squeeze. Literally. I was given him at the age of five. Maybe six. I loved that he was soft and gentle and sartorially splendid in said yellow rubber boots (that you could actually take off!),  jaunty red bush hat and blue duffle coat. I loved that he loved elevenses and enjoyed two birthdays a year, “just like the Queen”. But most of all, I loved our adventures. We had a big cardboard box that transported us everywhere. We’d fly to the mountains of Nepal, the badlands of South Dakota, the outback of Australia and the moon. Obvs. At the end of every adventure, we’d cry “tally ho to Darkest Peru”. (Neither of us knew what the hell it meant. Which was more than fine.) It felt cruel and unusual to hoard such delight from my loved ones, so Paddington and I would often reenact our adventures on the stage that was the living room after dinner. Into the box we would climb and regale (ahem) our audience of friends and family with the sights, sounds, smells of our escapades and keep them rapt with our witty repartee (he was the naïve sillyheart to my sage straight man). And, always knowing how to keep ‘em satisfied, we’d ask them to shout out where they’d like us to go next. To Marrakesh! To Mimico! To Miami! And we’d see what we could see and get ourselves into scrapes, as only a bear and...
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