China Compassion Emotional Intelligence


“You don’t understand. I don’t want you to feel sorry for me as a Chinese. I need you to be compassionate.”

Being a Canadian born Chinese, Ming felt the all too familiar pang of wanting to connect with her Chinese heritage.

When Ming (name changed) first came to see me, she was hunched forward as if she was carrying too heavy a burden. Furthermore, she nervously pushed her glasses up the tip of her nose before letting her long black hair drop forward to cover part of her face.

When I asked this young Chinese woman what she needed, Ming then made the following comment:

Through my talking with Ming, I found out her Chinese grandmother had been the one primarily responsible for her caregiving while she was growing up. With this in mind, she described her Chinese grandmother as someone high on criticism and low on praise.

As soon as Ming was old enough to speak and read English, she immediately became the official translator of the family. For example, her parents demanded that she translated things like government applications and bank letters. 

Notably conforming to the grandmother’s life philosophy, Ming’s parents thereby expected their daughter to do as she was told or be shamed as a bad seed for making her family lose face.

When I asked Ming what she did in her spare time as a kid, she replied that—unlike many other Canadian children her age—she often acted as her brother’s keeper while her grandmother was taking a nap.

Have you ever found yourself in a challenging situation?

Significantly, Ming talked about her built-up resentment over the years. In particular, she said that in her Chinese family, whatever her parents blamed on her grandmother, her grandmother  then turned around and blamed it on her. 

Chinese or not, can you imagine what it’s like to feel resentful?

Therefore, I asked Ming:

“What do you need to let go of resentment?”

Hence the young woman said that she needed to become compassionate. 

I asked,

“What is the Chinese traditional view on compassion?”

Ming said that it is mostly viewed as a weakness.

What if compassion has nothing to do with weakness?

Ming looked at me, puzzled. She asked me what I believe compassion is. 

It is my belief,

I offered Ming the following analogy:

A little girl goes playing in a nearby field from her house with her beloved dog. It is a bright summer day and she is enjoying picking up wild flowers to make a bouquet for her mother. The flowers are enticing and she is getting further and further away from her home.

All of a sudden, she walks onto some rotten planks and she falls into an abandoned well. The well is profound enough that she needs help to get back out. Afraid, she starts screaming for assistance and bursts into tears.

Her brother who was a couple of years older than her hears her plight and comes running over to where she was. Standing on the edge of the abandoned well, he looks at his sister and says, “That’s terrible! What just happened to you!” And he stands there, feeling sorry for what has just happened to his sister. But does nothing else.

The little girl is shocked. Why isn’t her brother doing anything? She says to him, “Just don’t stand there! I’m cold and afraid. Do something!”

Suddenly, her brother jumps into the hole to be with her. She looks at him, feeling more powerless than ever. “Why did you do that?” she asks. “We’re both stuck now!” Her brother immediately starts telling her about that time he had felt cold and afraid.

The two children look at each other. Suddenly, the little girl feels this surge of energy in her heart for her big brother being in a predicament she is now all too familiar with.

Fortunately, watching the whole scene was the dog. When the little girl fell into the abandoned well, the dog started barking to draw attention to her. Really wanting to help, he stayed clear from the edge of the well. He instinctively knew it would be useless for him to fall into the well with her.

When he saw her brother arrive, the dog leaped with joy. But when the boy jumped into the well in sympathy of his sister, he ran back to the house and dragged their mother to the abandoned well, where she safely retrieved her two children.

Let’s recap.

In a state of compassion, we feel what another is feeling,

but we never allow the drama of another to become our own drama.

We remain true to ourselves.

In a state of compassion,

we get what it feels like to walk in another’s shoes, 

but we actively remain solution driven. 


I could certainly relate to Ming:

  • I lived in China for about ten years.

  • As a young woman, I married a Chinese man and we had three children together.

  • In our household, compassion was low on the radar of awareness.

  • It wasn’t until I developed compassion that I was then able to assist my children and clients in connecting deeper with their Chinese heritage without resentment. You can connect with me at

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When James* called upon me, he asked that we meet in an open restaurant downtown Vancouver. Asking him why there instead of my office, he laughed and said, ‘Because I need it this way.’ 
On the agreed upon date and time of rendez-vous, James sat down in front of me and immediately placed his hands under the table where I could Not see them. This gesture alone told me a lot about James, how easily he pretended to be emotionally open yet felt the want to hide once in front of me.
Through my talking with him, I found out James was one of nine children from a very large Catholic South American family. He grew up being an altar boy, going to Sunday school, and saying prayers. But something was Not working for him… In his teenage years, he realized he was gay and being gay is apparently something deemed unacceptable in his family and culture.

Have you ever been in a situation where you felt rejected for what you are?

James moved to Vancouver, found a job, and said he met the ‘love of his life’, whom he married a couple of years later. Though saying he is happily married, James had two Facebook accounts, one ‘straight’ and one gay, to ‘spare’ the family as he said. Looking down, he confessed few people (if any) where he came from knew he was even married.

Can you imagine what it feels like to hide things from the people you love? 

In tears, James said he needed to come out of the closet as a gay and this is why he was coming to see me. He felt he could Not do it alone, he said this was too much for him to face alone.

I asked…

In a perfect world, what would your life be like right now?

Jame’s face brightened. He shared how he would only have one Facebook account and one Instagram account. He laughed saying he would show pictures from the ‘crazy’ adventures he and his husband have been on, their food expeditions, their vacations together, even their honeymoon trip…
I asked James if he truly loved his husband. Without hesitation he answered choking up, “Are you kidding me? He is the best thing that has ever happened to me!”
I replied,

When we truly love someone, including ourselves, do we hide who we are?

James burst into tears. He did Not seem to care anymore whether the waiter or other patrons saw him crying; his shoulders were heaving up and down with heavy sobs. Then he took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and said, “I deserve better! My husband deserves better! I am coming out!” I was impressed by this fiery determination.
That day, he went home with homework to do. Over the next seven days, he had to call every member of his family, his eight siblings and two parents, and tell each one of them he was gay. His framework looked something like ‘I am calling to share something important to me. I am gay. Being gay is a part of me, it is Not all of me. I love you.”

Have you ever had to stand up for what you believe in? How easy was it?

At our next coaching session, James sat down with his journal open. Where he had drawn ten little people with their name on top of each, three of them were still left unmarked by an ‘X’ signifying ‘the job is done’ and they knew he was gay.
I open directly,

What happened to you missing your goal?

James grabbed his journal with both hands. He mumbled how he was Not truly close to the only sibling left on the list as this person had once sexually assaulted him when he was a kid… He also said how many of his siblings were now sending him harassment messages telling him he was ‘wrong’, going to ‘hell, and ‘Don’t tell mom and dad! They’re too old and mom’s depression is too bad!’
Like so many, James was caught once more living a double life, living in the background of his own life while trying to get ‘approval’ from others, especially from members of his family.

Whose approval is most important to you to be happy?

I pointed to the top of the page where all his little people drawings were and I asked him to write down a story title expressing what his goal is. His pen almost pierced the paper as he wrote in capital letters at the top,


Let me ask you…

Why do we become untruthful?

Why do we pursue lies?

I believe the answer is, because we think it will be better.
Is it though? How was James’ constant lying about being gay going to advance his goal of coming out of the closet?
Clearly, denying our truth does Not work.
With this in mind…

How do things become better?


I believe, things become better when we focus on 

  • becoming truthful. ‘What is my truth?’

  • becoming intentional. ‘What can I do right now to uphold my truth?’

  • becoming accountable. ‘What can I do to hold myself accountable so I live my truth?

I could certainly relate to James. When I got married, I did not tell my then husband about the way I grew up, the level of violence. I thought he would ‘love’ me more if I buried what had happened to me as a child. Can you relate? My life changed for the better when I became truthful, intentional, and accountable.

Here are some rock solid tips to assist you who may suffer from ‘007 Double Life  Syndrome’:

Once you have identified what your truth is, whether it is to come of the closet as gay or lesbian, leave an unhappy marriage, change jobs, or …

  • Make a list of who needs to know. When we make the decision to come out with our truth, often, we tend to believe everyone ‘must’ know all at once. Spare yourself feeling overwhelmed, work in stages.

  • Come up with an on point message telling your truth. Keep it short. Keep it sweet. Keep it to the point. Understand there is plenty of time later to go into the ‘Why did this happen?’ if you ever chose to.

  • Have an accountability system/person in place. Though many of us say we ‘know’ what we need to do in order to be happy, many of us end up losing our nerve when the stakes are deemed high.Therefore, having someone on your team who is Not emotionally attached to your situation allows for actions with a greater sense of clarity.

Now imagine somebody has just read these tips…

What do you believe will be their greatest challenge?

Before James came to see me, he had all the best intentions in the world, BUT he lacked a solid accountability system. This is why as soon as he went into ‘What will they think of me?’ he lost his nerve of telling his truth to his family.
My name is Anne Beaulieu and I am an Emotional Intelligence Coach who holds her clients highly accountable so they get to live their truth openly, and like James, get to come out at the top of their story page.
For coaching inquiries, reach out to me at
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Have you ever received a message from one of your LinkedIn contacts? In that moment, where were you physically? Were you at the office sitting at your desk? Were you standing at home with your toddler in your arms? Perhaps your spouse or teenager walked into the room as you were checking your messages? Keep these scenarios in mind as you read on…
One of my LinkedIn contacts, S. D., sent me a message in which he shared how his mother had recently died. He said he was feeling lost’ and needed ‘empathy’. Since we all go through turbulent moments sometimes, I messaged him with words I trust are compassionate. I received the following response from him, “this is what I meant by empathy in message. sorry im not happy doing this or when I’m not doing this. please have empathy. thanks”. 
To assist you in getting what S.D. was saying by ‘this is what I meant by empathy’, know that he sent me a full profile close-up picture of an erect penis. The picture was taken at such a close range that pubic hair and veins were easily discernible or perhaps it was just my big Mac screen tricking my eyes?

Do you consider racy pictures a rare occurrence on LinkedIn?

For many of my business contacts, including myself, this is actually a common reality. In the course of business, many of us get solicited by what I call ‘The Invisible Crowd’, the men and women who believe they need to show racy pictures in order to get our attention.
S.D. seems quite young, early 20s, about the same age as my adult son. You might wonder,

Could young adults be the only ones sharing racy pictures on LinkedIn?

The answer is NO.

Let me introduce to you D.L. who is in his late 30s apparently. In his message to me, he said that he found me ‘hot’  and wanted to ‘f*ck  me’. Perhaps wanting to make sure I really got what he was saying, I got one penis picture (sparing you this one again) and a series of chest / muscles pictures (like the one included with this article). The difference between him and S.D. is that S.D. messaged me directly on LinkedIn and D.L. took my business cell phone from my LinkedIn profile to text me his ‘information’.

Is LinkedIn becoming the new Tinder?

Meet D. S., a businessman I presume to be in his 40s based on the fully clothed picture of himself that accompanied his email. Here is what he had to say after checking my profile on LinkedIn and grabbing my business email from the LinkedIn network:

  “… I must confess you are pretty…”

“… I understand the medium is a business networking medium and not a dating or social networking website and i don’t intend to use it for one .”

“…hope to learn more about you too that is if you are single…”

Still not convinced about the lack of ethical behaviour some LinkedIN users are displaying? Let’s ask A.W. to see what he has to say. A.W. claims he is in his 50s and, like D.S., checked my LinkedIn profile then grabbed my business email from there:

“I read your profile on linked-in and you caught my eye…”

“This is all new for me, it is the  first time i would ever go against protocol of doing business only on the Linked-in website.”

“You should check me out and let me know what you think.”

Some people are shocked when I share with them the level of unethical behaviour I am at times encountering on LinkedIn from men and women of all ages. Like me, they have also seen instances where people have spoken up against racy pictures or trolling emails, saying that, “LinkedIn is Not the new Tinder.”
My name is Anne Beaulieu and I am an Emotional Intelligence Coach. Though I am skilled at addressing potential unethical behaviours in the workplace, many business professionals are not as they have shared with me in private sessions.

Now, to the people behaving like predators on LinkedIn, here is what I have to say:


Saying that you do not know you are behaving unethically, 

when the evidence clearly says you do know,

 is a terrible defence. 

If you want to lie to yourself, feel free to do so. Just don’t lie to me.

According to the Canadian Mental Health Commission of Canada, in any given year:

  • 1/5 in Canada experiences a mental health problem or illness, with a cost of over $50 BILLION to the economy.

  • Only 1/3 who experience a mental health problem or illness report that they have sought and received services and treatment.

  • In the workplace, mental health problems and illnesses typically account for approximately 30% of short- and long-term disability.

  • Mental health problems and illnesses are rated one of the top three drivers of both short- and long-term disability claims by more than 80% of Canadian employers.

  • As early as 2010, mental health conditions were responsible for 47% of all approved disability claims in the federal civil service, almost double the percentage of twenty years earlier.

  • Mental health problems and illnesses also account for more than $6 billion in lost productivity.

This is just Canada… Now imagine what the numbers must be like in the USA with their population 10X bigger than Canada’s…
Just for fun, let’s do a quick math… Let’s take a Canadian company of 1,000 employees…

  • 200 (1/5) employees are currently experiencing a mental health problem or illness.

  • Since only 33% are seeking treatment (33% x 200 = 66), this means 134 (200-66) are playing ostrich. What does playing ostrich mean? Playing ostrich means answering ‘I’m fine!’ when one’s world is actually collapsing on the inside.

Now, for these 134 employees refusing to acknowledge they might need more emotional intelligence tools and techniques… maybe you even know someone in this situation right now…

What is the cost to your company for short- and long-term disability pay-out? 


What is the cost to your company in lost productivity?


What is the cost to your company in potential harassment lawsuits?

Before answering, bear in mind I received these pictures during business hours and these four persons were most likely sitting at their office desk, maybe even across you…

But perhaps… worst of all…


What is the cost to you for having been exposed to predator behaviours?





What is the cost to your spouse or your child who happened to be in the same room as you when you checked your LinkedIn messages and got greeted by an erect penis, physical chest, or close-up vagina?
Let me get something straight…

It’s not because you may not see it in your own LinkedIn inbox 

that racy pictures/emails/texts do not exist 

within your business network or company. 


Playing ostrich to predator behaviour

not only condones this behaviour (agreement by looking the other way), 

it has the potential of becoming extremely costly to you and your company.

Since people suffering from mental illness cost the Canadian economy $50 BILLION IN ANY GIVEN YEAR, what are these 134 employees truly costing a 1,000 employees company?
Assuming that total claims by overall employees equal $500,000 (I am being extremely generous by stating a low number as an example) and 47% are mental related claims, we are looking at a ballpark number of $235,000 (47% x $500,000)
Without a doubt, $235,000 is a lot of money that could have been contributed generously to any financial bottom line or even your year-end bonus.
By hiring me as your Emotional Intelligence Coach, spending $50,000- $75,000 to ensure your employees understand, live, and uphold strong emotional boundaries is a relatively small fee to pay compared to $235,000 with a raining chance of even more costly harassment lawsuits. From where I am sitting, it looks like a financial savings of 80%+.

Is LinkedIn becoming the new Tinder?

Are you truly prepared to find out?

My name is Anne Beaulieu. I am an Emotional Intelligence Coach and Authentic Speaker who can be reached at Let’s make Emotional Intelligence a growing asset within your company instead of you incurring a predator-type liability.
P.S. If you wish to receive the names of these four persons behaving like predators to ensure they are never part of your business network, kindly let me know. I do have pictures and emails to support what I have shared in this article.

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Round and round
We go again
On the merry-go-round of life.
Ups and downs,
We think that’s life
Until we get off our mount.
Round and round
We go again
On the merry-go-round of life.
Laughter and tears
We think we’re here
Until we go deep within.
In and in
We go again
On the merry-go-round of life,
Darkness and light
Fuse into one
Until we go round and round.
With love & compassion,
What makes any of us go round and round in circles?
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Am I willing to go beyond the stars
Where you and I were born
Where the sun befriends the moon
Where rainbows bridge us all?
Am I willing to go further than the eye can see
Where trees plant their roots
Where flowers drop their seeds
Where leaves take in the colours of seasons?
Am I willing to go deeper than the ocean floor
Where all the river beds make one
Where the illusion of division is triumphed over
Where we all feel as one?
How far am I willing to go?
I am willing to go
At the centre of myself
Where I hear it all begins
The point of origin
That unites us all.
I am willing to go
Where ‘broken’ lines disappear
Where there is no you or me
Where there is only a we.
I am willing to go
Where love is no more a concept
Where love becomes fully being
Where love is visible in all.
If ever I think I have reached this place
Where I hear it all begins
Ask me again
‘How far am I willing to go?’
And I will come back to
Being in the here and now
Until we all feel that we belong.
With Compassion,
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I used to think
A tree was just a tree
I saw it with my own mind
Roots, trunk, branches, leaves.
I used to think
You were different than me
I saw it with my own mind
Bodies, fences, judgement, fear.
Thanks to my mentor, I met me
For a moment, I stopped thinking,
In stillness, my mind cracked open
Discovering sunshine cooling breeze within.
How refreshing
To hear inside the giggles of a small child
Who never thought we were separate
Who’s always known we all belong.
Because of my love for this child and me
The lines in my mind are becoming blurry
If there is nothing separating you from me
Then, who am I? What are we?
Willing to know, I ask her to show me the way
How I may serve her from a place of integrity
Laughing, she is showing a world full of wonders
Where roots and bodies, you and me,
Are merging into, this or something greater,
Then… I used to think.
With love & compassion,
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If I were to ask you right now,

“Where does sadness come from?”

What is your answer?
I have come to realize that ‘sadness’ is one of these big words that so many people use without truly stopping to ask themselves,

“What does sadness mean to me?” 

At least, this used to be my case in the past…
But now, I am fascinated with what I call blanket words, words we seem to throw casually over whatever event, person, or situation we might be unable to cope with at the present moment…
Sounds familiar? 
As usual for me lately, when I want to know to the bottom of something, I start where it all begins… with the words we were taught as children…

In English, the word sadness (sad) first came from Germanic origin, saed,

meaning ‘sated, wary’.

As you may probably know, the word ‘sated’ is linked to ‘saturated’, meaning ‘having enough’ or ‘feeling full’.

Is sadness ‘having enough wariness that we feel full?’

If this is the case, then this statement implies there is no other room within ourselves to experience any other feeling in that moment.
Is it true?
Is it always true?
Most likely Not!

Is sadness a feeling that can be felt in conjunction with other feelings?

Then it begs the question,

“Why so sad if joy is just beside?”

I kept on digging….
Turns out the word sadness took its saed away and turned to the Dutch zat, the German satt and the Latin satis, also meaning ‘enough’. But then, something fascinating happened!

The original meaning of sadness was replaced in Middle English 

by the senses ‘steadfast, firm, serious, sober’.

OK, now I am going to poke fun here…

Is sadness a steadfast feeling? 

According to Google, steadfast means “resolutely or dutifully firm and unwavering.’

Is sadness something we must resolutely and dutifully 

firm and unwavering feel?

To say resolutely, one has to determinedly agree to to be sad first.
To say dutifully, one has to agree to continue feeling sad out of ‘duty’.
To say firm and unwavering, one has to believe they have zero choice in the matter.
Is it true?
Is it always true?
Apparently, it is only much much later that the English decided to give sadness the meaning of ‘sorrowful’, ‘a feeling involving grief or loss’.
Wow, it seems to have taken the English quite a long time to figure out what sadness means to them?
Now, maybe the French know ‘better’?

The word ‘tristesse’ comes from the Latin tristicia, tristitia, meaning

… an affliction

… a melancholic temperament

… an ambiance marked by affliction or melancholy

… an aspect of something that triggers a state of affliction

Fascinating, is you ask me!

If sadness is ONE aspect of our self that is feeling afflicted,

then it implies we have within our self OTHER aspects that are non-sad.

This is amazing news for anyone who has ever believed they might never come out of depression.
This means, sadness is just but one feeling within our self that, we can choose to feel and move to joy and happiness.
When I hit what I call the shitter, I had no idea I had been depressed my whole life.
I mean,

How would anyone know they are depressed 

if they grew up with depressed people (their normal)? 

For me, feeling depressed was my normal, what I grew up with. Therefore, unknowingly (this is what normal does, engrain stuff in us), I carried this feeling of depression with me throughout most of my life.
I never quite understood why other people could be so happy looking at a flower or hugging a tree… until I met my mentor Dov Baron. He showed me sadness was just one feeling within me, that there were many others, and I could choose to feel more positive feelings into my life.
Yes, it has taken me a lot of self-compassion to change my negatively wired upbringing to feel more positive feelings of well-being.
Here is the thing though, if I can do it with a deeply raging father who sexually abused me as a child and a psychotic mother who believed she was pregnant with Jesus Christ, I firmly believe you also have the power within yourself to change your life. We all do!
The question is,

“What meaning are you now willing to assign to sadness?”

I trust you have found value in this article. My name is Anne Beaulieu and I am an Emotional Intelligence Coach, Authentic Speaker, and Compassion Blogger. I can be reached at
With Compassion,

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I awoke in the middle of the night,
Frightened and scared,
Thinking I was alone.
I looked around the bedroom,
Stillness and shadows greeting me.
What an unfamiliar sight, I thought to myself,
To be alone with one’s thoughts,
To be shyly greeting one’s feelings.
Out of habit,
I called out a name,
Thinking you would come,
But the echo came back empty.
I did not yet understand,
Love is neither a name or a game,
It is a flowing feeling,
Like waves, rising and falling,
Amidst our own waters.
Thinking I knew better,
I turned my bed into a raft,
I paddled day and night,
Still hoping to find you,
Afloat on another raft nearby.
Feeling more lost than ever,
I finally stopped doing this crazy thing,
And started instead to
Listen to the wind
Who has always known my name.
It said,
Dive deep within,
For the one you are looking for,
The Beloved,
Is awaiting.”
I told the Wind,
“I am no Mermaid,
To flag my tale under water.”
And the Wind softly replied,
“Trust and Have Faith,
Within you is always the Way.”
So I took a majestic dive
Perhaps the way Dolphins do?
Feeling my own breathing
Echoing back to me
The beauty of universes within.
I now use my raft as a diving board,
In whatever room I find myself in,
I remember Ocean Waves belong
To the One
Awakened in the middle of the night.
With Deep Gratitude,
Dov Baron, thank you for being the Wind speaking softly to me, I am grateful
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I look at him, a playful grin on my face. I am laying on the bed, watching him as he enters the bedroom. “Did you miss me?” he asks casually. As I pull him towards me, I whisper, “Let me show you…”
We have all been in this kind of situation…. where we have believed we were in ‘love’ and ‘all’ that mattered was ‘being’ together, right?
… Until the dreadful moment where we realize…

“What the hell did I get myself into?”

In the past, I have had my share of this kind of realizations. Feeling squeezed, I wondered,

 “What is wrong? Why isn’t he that into me?”

I thought… it all started ‘great’… We locked eyes across the room and felt a strong physical attraction towards one another.
Can you relate?
… And before we took the time to really know each other, there we were, showing how much we had missed each other by having sex.

Is sex automatically synonymous of intimacy?

I was so eager to have a relationship that I did not know how to be in a relationship.
Sounds familiar?
Before long, I started noticing his,“Hey, my battery’s about to die, gotta go, ok? Love ya though!”
This type of behaviour from him surfaced especially when I wanted to talk about our lack of spending time together…

Is spending time together automatically synonymous of intimacy?

To my increasingly ignored hurt feelings, he answered things like, “You’re harshing my mellow right now!” before storming out of the door, leaving me feeling even more unwanted, unloved, and undesired.
It is in moments like these that I have said,

“What the hell did I get myself into?”

It has taken me many years of mentoring (I was stubborn) to deeply realize that,

Like attracts like. 

Go back. Read it again.

A toxic relationship is based on two individuals having the 

SAME primary wound, but

DIFFERENT coping mechanisms.

Look at it as a magnet… The magnet is the toxic relationship wound and each end is one person’s coping mechanisms (+ or -). A + could be confrontational, a – could be withdrawal…

Now, what is your primary wound? 

My primary wound is the shame of existence. I grew up in a household where my father treated me like chattel, ‘do as I say or else!’ I had to blindly obey, no matter what I felt. I mainly felt unseen, unheard, unloved. This is why in the past I became attracted to men who treated me like chattel, who did not see me for who I truly am, who did not believe my needs, feelings, and emotions mattered.
Is it any surprise to you now that I attracted men who were not that into me?
What about you?
Let’s take it deeper…

What is the greatest form of intimacy?

I have come to deeply believe,

The greatest form of intimacy is, vulnerability by authenticity.

Go back. Read it again.
What does this mean, you may ask?

Intimacy is, 


Being vulnerable with our own self 

by discovering who we are at the core of our being.


It is the greatest form of self-love.

Think about it… If we start discovering who we truly are… where our past hurt comes from… and do somethings to heal our self… What do you believe happens to toxic relationships?
I strongly believe,

Toxic relationships then become a thing of the past.

For example, I often get propositioned by men who approach me with seemingly hungry eyes as they say, “I love how deeply connected you are to yourself, it’s sexy as fuck…” 
Their dry hunger I perceive, this kind of self-starving self-love, puts me off so much that I energetically close the door on them.

With self-discovery comes discernment! 

When we have discernment, we feel what works for us, we feel gradually into situations or possible relationships. There is no more denying, no more giving in to just blind physical attraction alone, we become clear!

How do we become intimate with our self?


  • Spend time alone. Ask yourself, ‘What do I need right now?’ and ‘What do I really want in my life?’ Act rightfully upon these answers. Build compassion for your self.


  • Build strong emotional boundaries. I know, it is easy to say and hard to do, especially for many of us who spend more time stating what they do not want rather than deeply feeling knowing what they do want.


But for people like you and me who are deeply committed to their healing,


  • Hire an emotional intelligence coach or mentor. We all have blind spots and unless conditioning is transcended, guess what? It will keep running the show under, “What the hell did I get myself into?”

Now, I am so deeply into-me-see (intimacy) that I am becoming a different kind of magnet, a magnet who attracts people like me, getting intimately connected with their own self.

Like attracts like, remember?

My name is Anne Beaulieu and I am an Emotional Intelligence Coach, Authentic Speaker, and Bestselling Author. I can be reached at
With love & compassion,

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I have just spent the last 90 minutes with my mentor Dov Baron. As he leads me to the elevator, he asks me,
“What are you doing tonight?”
I pause and answer, “There’s this blog I want to finish writing after my walk, but that’s not work, it’s not work anymore”
Dov looks at me with a smile on his face, his face soft, a nod of acknowledgement following my revelation.
I walk outside and I think about what I had just said, “It’s not work anymore”. The more I am pondering, the more I am coming to the following realization…
When the concierge in my building made a comment again that he had seen me late ‘at work’ again, I paused, unsure what to say. I mean, how do we explain to someone that writing is my passion and it is not work for me anymore?
When a friend called and asked, “Hey, what are you working on right now?” I caught myself pausing, unsure what to answer again. Working on a speaking presentation, making workshops proposals, coaching clients… well… that’s not work anymore either.

So, what has been happening?

I grew up in a very blue collar community, where most people never attend college after high school if they finish high school at all. In this environment, I developed specific ideas about work and they are not pretty…

Work is something like

  • “a job with a minimum of 40 hours at minimum wage and shitty benefits”

  • “a job where my boss irritates me and my co-workers are so-so”

  • “a job where I am ‘chained’ to a desk doing ‘chores’ I do not wish to do”

Sounds terrible, doesn’t it?
And yet, this is how many people, including the old me, view work, as some kind of slave ogre master taking away the freedom of little children…

Can you relate?

Wanting to know more about ‘work’, I check into my French etymology dictionary to see where the hell did my parents get their ideas of work from…
Turns out,

travailler, travail’ (to work, work), as early as the 12th century, 

means ‘torment, suffering’.

From the 16th century on,

‘travailler’ starts taking its modern meaning: 

“to give our self misery for”.

If I get this straight… the French went from being a victim of work to victimizing themselves about work?

What kind evolution progress is this???

Maybe the English know to suffer less than the French?
Turns out,

“work” comes from 

the Old English woerc

Germanic wyrcan

Dutch werk

and German werk

The irony does not escape me… the English have had to check the core meaning of work across four nations? O_O
Guess what?

Work in English, just like work in French, 

are both derived from the latin trepaliare

which means to torture, to inflict suffering or agony. 

Insight of this,


Maybe, the Chinese can enlighten a little?…
In Chinese Mandarin,
Work translates into 工作 (gongzuo)

工 (gong)

means worker, the working class BUT it also has the meaning of skill, craftsmanship, to be versed in, to be good at

作 (zuo)

means to rise, to grow, to write, to compose, writings (as in ‘the works’)
Therefore, for the Chinese,

工作 (gongzuo) means to develop one’s craftsmanship 

so one can rise and grow?

This is just it!
I love what I do! I love speaking, coaching, and blogging! These ‘activities’ are not work anymore, they are vehicles for passion, bringing more compassion into our world.
When I used to believe that work was work, I had very little compassion for myself. I mainly came from a place of duty and obligation. I was very much a victim of my own closed-minded upbringing.
Once I started developing compassion for myself, my ‘work’ became less about work and more about passion, a rising and growing flame that  keeps burning bright inside my heart.
Do I have my moments when some of the stuff I need to do feels like work? Yes. Bookkeeping is such a thing for me. This is why I have contracted this work out, so I can keep focusing on Compassion, my Burning Passion inside of me.
Therefore, if work is still work for you, perhaps it is high time you hire an Emotional Intelligence Coach or Mentor.

Because if you knew how to turn your work into passion,

you would already be living it right now….

My name is Anne Beaulieu and I am an Emotional Intelligence Coach and a Work Myth Buster. Contact me at
With Compassion,