Jim Swan

After struggling through a series of catastrophic professional and personal failures, James trained at the Institute for Professional Excellence in Coaching (iPEC), established a new life purpose, and launched a new coaching practice. Leveraging technology to extend the reach of his core training program, The Failure Recovery Formula, he coaches creatives and entrepreneurs through recovery from the pain of setbacks and failures and into the light of their best life ever.

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First Mother’s Day After Losing Her to Alzheimer’s

I cried for the whole woman who now resides in the memories of the hundred or so people at her funeral. I cried a bit out of respect for her life, independent of mine, for her friends, passions, accomplishments, joys, and fears. I cried for muddy ground at her graveside and for my Dad, weak from life and caring, standing at attention as the Doxology cracked the mist and her casket was lowered to its place of rest.

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Weebles Wobble & Sometimes Life Sucks

Friday was anything but perfect. I got angry, cried a bit, and was frustrated up the wazoo, but in the end, I circled back to the idea that this was happening, or to be more specific, had happened. And all my whining would never change it.
Far better to weigh in on empathy, curiosity, creativity, and focused action (those Sage traits I’ve talked about). So, I leaned in that direction.

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Teaching a Cat to Bark…And Other Life Goals

Have you ever taught a cat to bark?

It’s a very involved process.

You will spend weeks, months, and years diligently repeating your instructions to the cat, “I need you to bark.” You may even demonstrate to your feline companion the exact sound you desire them to produce.

Morning, noon, and night you will drill the cat, using various intonations for more significant impact but always returning to the primary request, “Bark.”

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My Decision-Making Super-Power is Not What You May Think

When I left you last week, I was standing in the basement of my 200-year-old house, with water falling through the floorboards after a pipe above my dining room ceiling burst.   Waves of panic, fear, and anxiety rose as rapidly as the water dancing around my ankles. A decision is required, but which path …

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