My story is rooted in bold and courageous choices. Not at all a walk in the park, my journey was like cartwheels through fire, but somehow my fervor for graceful achievement was always running in the background of my mind. With patience, compassion, and agility, I landed on my feet and learned that what brought me from one milestone would not necessarily bring me to the next. Figuring out what key would open life’s next door is what really kept me going through the fire!

In one form or another, I’ve been a coach for over 35 years. From high-performance sport to the performing arts and business worlds, I’ve used my knowledge and intuition to help people transform and grow into the incredible human beings they always were (but didn’t know it!). Our essence always shines through.

For 12 years I was a competitive rhythmic gymnast, competing on an international scale with the Canadian National Team. During my late teen years, my own inner critic voice was multiplied by the collective pressures of my coaches. This had me constantly questioning my ability. Although I absolutely loved my time as an athlete, I knew what it was to live in fear and to have self-judgement running through my mind all of the time. In order to succeed in sport, it’s critical to have someone who powerfully guides you towards excellence and success. What was missing in my experience was any semblance of empathy and regard for the human inside the athlete.

Following my athletic career, I became a Canadian National Team coach and full-time head coach at a well-known Toronto club for many years. My athletes competed at World Championships and Pan Am games, to name a few. Although I endured the toughest of times as an athlete, it was these very experiences that played a huge role in my evolution both as a person and as a coach. I knew that I would strive to look at all of my own athletes as human beings so that their learning would be rooted in love.

I moved on to become the Executive Director of the Randolph College for the Performing Arts for 18 years, but as a high achiever, this pattern of perfectionism reared its ugly head again. Perhaps I was wearing the veil of happiness, fulfillment, joy. On the outside, I appeared as though I had it all, and people would comment on how perfectly put together I looked. Inside, I was struggling, and I began to reassess what was important to me.