I grew up believing that rest had to be earned. For me, there was a magic number: 38.4 — sick enough to be allowed to stop, but not too sick to enjoy being cared for. Years later, I can see this pattern clearly in myself and in my coaching work:
so many of us learned to rest only when our bodies, minds, or lives force us to.
Rethinking Business: What If It Were Designed by Women?
If you had to imagine your organisation in a metaphoric way, what would you pick? An oiled machine, clicking and clocking? or a bee hive, ever changing, ever buzzing? What if the future of work looked more like a living system — one designed by women, for people — where growth isn’t forced, but allowed to unfold in its natural rhythm?


