I started working with clay in my high school’s basement art room. In college I joined our campus clay collective and, during a year studying abroad, made my own glazes from local minerals and fired my work in a makeshift outdoor kiln. But, after graduation, pottery slipped to the wayside as I pursued an advanced degree, focused on my career, traveled the world and, later, started a family.

Then, when I became a coach, something re-awakened. Whenever I was involved in a process of creation—whether designing new leadership programs or training materials, or supporting my clients to explore new possibilities and perspectives—I felt most alive. I also learned that, to fully embrace my creativity, I needed to make some different choices.

After a 20-year break, I joined a studio and began to teach myself to work with clay again. I’ve spent many hours, worn down finger nails, had pots fly off the wheel, crack or simply turn out imperfect. I’ve also experienced a deep sense of calm and fulfillment.