Nearly 25 years in corporate taught me how to hold space for everyone else.
It took me longer to learn how to hold it for myself.
Carrie Mount • Coaching With Sol
I was the one who read the room before the meeting started. Who made sure the quieter voices got heard. Who stepped into the hard conversations others found reasons to avoid.
Turns out, the only place I ever felt truly at peace at work was in the meeting after the meeting — the private one, where people finally said what they couldn't say in the room.
Where it was okay to vent, to rage, to cry, to call out what everyone else pretended not to see.
I used to wonder why that meeting had to happen behind a closed door. Why the real conversation was always the secret one.
I cared deeply. And I was quietly running on empty.
Then my body started keeping score.
My parathyroid gland had been quietly depleting my bones for over a decade. It turns out the parathyroid is connected to the throat chakra — the center of voice and truth. Surgery fixed the gland. Learning to finally use my voice brought the rest of me back.
That was my enough moment. I slowed down long enough to listen. And I heard, clearly, for the first time in years, what was actually true for me.
I wanted to build the room I never had. Not a private one, behind a closed door — an open one. A place where the real meeting is the only meeting. Where a cup of tea is enough of a reason to finally exhale.
That's Coaching With Sol.
Your caring nature isn't the problem. It's the starting point.
What guides everything I offer
Integrity — being whole and honest. Saying the true thing, gently, because it no longer has to be hard.
Nourishment — tending to myself deeply and consistently, long before wellness became a buzzword.
Clarity — hearing what's actually true, beneath the noise. Trusting that.
Elegance — moving forward with intention rather than force. Doing less, more meaningfully.
If these words resonate, there's a seat waiting — over tea, or in conversation.