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I’m a born problem solver.

Issues energize me. Problems are interesting. It’s fun — and honestly validating — to see possibilities, generate options, and make a difference. Classic Vision traits.

Helpers are often praised for their ability to fix.

They are the ones others turn to for answers, reassurance, and direction.

Over time, this role can solidify into an identity: the one who knows what to do.

I wasn’t expecting the recent winter storm to take me back.

It wasn’t even snow this time. It was sleet, freezing rain, and temperatures hovering in the single digits. The kind of cold that feels extreme for north Texas and instantly stirs up memories of past power outages and bursting city water pipes.

I was raised to believe that knowledge was primary.

In this Coach Spotlight, I’m featuring Jaime Miller, a Certified Perceptual Style Coach and the co-creator of Strength Academy, where she helps non-athletes & newbies build consistency with fitness, nutrition, and stress management so they feel strong, resilient, and ready for whatever adventure life hands them.

As of late, I have found myself feeling a subtle longing for Christmas.

It crept up on me while we were preparing for our family gatherings this year—making lists, coordinating schedules, pulling decorations out of storage. The usual stuff. But underneath it, there was something quieter happening.

This time of year brings a strange contrast. Everywhere you turn, people seem to be celebrating—gathering with family, sharing meals, laughing at holiday parties, posting photos filled with joy and connection. 

Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. No gifts, no pressure—just people you care about, gathered around good food, shared laughter, and that comfortable kind of camaraderie that comes from sharing a table together.

We’ve all done it — put off the email we know we need to send, avoided the conversation that’s weighing on us, or suddenly felt an urgent need to organize our desk instead of starting that project with real stakes.

Sixteen years ago, during a long weekend in San Miguel de Allende, I stumbled into one of the most beautiful traditions I’d ever seen. The plaza was alive with color. There were vibrant marigolds, candles flickering in the twilight, photos of smiling faces long gone, favorite foods carefully arranged, and tiny keepsakes that once belonged to the people being remembered.