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Margie Warrell laughing, seated on a weathered timber garden bench

Hi, I’m Margie!

(Hard 'G' - like Margarita, not Marjorie.)

Nothing lights me up more than helping people grow into the fullest force for good they’re capable of being.

Off stage, I’m a wife, mum of four, amateur barista, and an intrepid traveller who has dragged her family on enough adventures to qualify for hazard pay.

If you want the journey that shaped all that, keep scrolling.

Recognized & trusted

  • Keynote Speaker

    Executive coach & Leadership advisor of organizations globally

  • Bestselling Author

    Of six books, including The Courage Gap and Stop Playing Safe

  • Pracademic, PhD

    A PhD drawing on research in human behavior, adult development, and decision making with real world experience.

  • Featured in Media

    On leadership, workplace, wellbeing, and the choices shaping how we live and lead today.

  • Former Senior Partner, Korn Ferry

    Advised boards and C-suites on CEO succession at the world’s largest companies

It all started on a dairy farm

I grew up on a small dairy farm in rural Victoria, Australia - big sister of seven kids, hand-me-down clothes, a long way from anywhere.

Money was scarce, but my parents instilled a belief that underpins every truly wealthy life: it's not what we have, but what we do with it that serves a cause beyond ourselves, that makes life truly rich.

But that farm - and learning to ride a 'unruly horse' we won in a ruff - taught me an early lesson about decision-making I still lean on:

Growth and comfort can't ride the same horse.

"Sister Margaret Mary" - dad. A toddler in denim overalls with a white towel draped over her head like a wimple.
Big Sister. A 1970s studio portrait of the family of ten, seated against a dark backdrop.
Little Margie. Margie's father in a knitted beanie and dark red jumper holding her as a toddler inside a farm shed.

When drought forced dad to sell our dairy herd, I asked him how we'd get money now...

"We trust the good Lord will provide," he said, reassuring himself as much as me.

It didn't dissolve my fear, but it planted a truth I'd only understand years later:

Living from faith rather than fear doesn't dissolve our problems, but it transforms our relationship to them.

Oldest daughter of seven. Two barefoot children sitting side by side on a blue-grey timber deck.
Riding unruly horses taught lessons for life. Margie as a young woman in a navy jumper holding the reins of a white horse in a paddock.

Beyond the bush

At eighteen, I became the first in my extended family to go to university, and after graduating I worked two jobs, sorting corn by day and pouring beer by night, to fund solo backpacking adventures that took me across the Sahara, into Palestinian refugee camps, and swimming with piranhas in the Amazon. Those years taught me that we're more alike than we are different, and that:

Our unfaced fears and unquestioned beliefs hem us into a restricted circle of our fullest potential.

Tea with Taureg tribesman, Sahara. Margie seated cross-legged on a rug beside two robed Tuareg men with a tea tray, inside a tent.
Broadening my horizons. Margie backpacking, crouched on a red rock ledge above the Grand Canyon.
Learning what shapes us. Margie standing between two hill-tribe women in traditional beaded headdresses and embroidered dress.
Off the beaten path. Margie in shorts and sunglasses beside a yellow motorbike outside a thatched hut, Thailand 1991.

Life has been anything but linear...

As newlyweds, Andrew and I said yes to three years in Papua New Guinea, at the time considered the most dangerous country in the world outside a war zone. One night, an armed robber thrust a loaded gun into my forehead. Ten days later, I lost my first baby mid-term. Out of that heartbreak, one thing crystallized:

I would not be defined by what happened to me. I would be defined by what I chose to do with it.

I went back to study psychology, then coaching, to understand why we sabotage our own success and how to keep choosing forward when the ground gives way.

Papua New Guinea. Highland villagers in traditional dress with spears beside two Western men, one holding a baby, green hills behind.
From Margie Kleinitz to Warrell - Oct, 1993. The 1993 wedding photograph: bride in a full veil with a cascading red-and-white bouquet beside the groom in black tie.

Four kids & zero network. Starting over…

The next decade brought four homes, three countries, and four children in five years.

I launched my coaching practice in Dallas with a newborn on my hip and close to zero network, giving my very first talk at my kids' preschool.

Then, feeling wholly unqualified but deeply convicted, I wrote Find Your Courage, and that book opened doors to CNN, the Today Show, and Forbes.

Busy times. Margie on a lawn holding a baby on her hip with three more young children around her.
Interviewing Richard Branson. Margie in red on stage with a microphone, in conversation with Richard Branson in front of a Virgin Unite backdrop.
Hosting the Forbes Thought Leaders Summit. Margie in a red jacket beside Steve Forbes at a conference.
A global family. The family of six in an airport concourse loaded with backpacks and child carriers.
Margie Warrell and her climbing party at the Kilimanjaro summit sign, arms raised in celebration

Along the way, we summited Mt. Kilimanjaro with four teenagers. (They've yet to thank me.)

The low notes

I lost my brother Peter to schizophrenia, watched my brother Frank rebuild his life with paraplegia, and more recently lost my mum to the fog of dementia.

Many tears have been cried and much hard-won wisdom gained along the way:

What breaks our heart is also what enlarges it. The fullest life is lived beyond the middle octave.

My beautiful mum. Margie with her arm around her elderly mother, outdoors on a sunny hillside.
When Frank Came to Visit. Margie standing beside her brother Frank, who is seated in a wheelchair, on a lawn in front of a pale stone building.

A front row seat

In the years that followed, I finished my PhD, wrote more books, and became a Senior Partner at Korn Ferry, with a front-row seat to how executives make decisions when the stakes are highest. It galvanized my conviction:

Leaders who haven't confronted their deepest fears are governed by them - making every decision less sound, and everyone else less secure.

Leaving Korn Ferry was its own brave choice. Staying meant betraying the deeper call on my life.

Living back in Oz. Six young people sitting barefoot in a row along a white timber fence rail in front of a green corrugated-iron barn.
PhD Graduation. Margie in black academic regalia with a navy doctoral hood and gold-tasselled mortarboard, laughing.
New York Marathon - Pure mindset! Margie mid-stride on a city marathon course, arms flung wide, race bib and visor.

Which brings me to now

Today I speak, write, coach, and advise leaders, from Google to US Special Operations.

I teach with Duke Exec Ed, advise Chiefs of Staff in the US Congress, and support Afghan and Iranian women whose courage utterly humbles me.

My latest book, The Courage Gap, rests on one premise:

Closing the gap between what we're capable of and what we actually do is the greatest lever we have for solving our hardest problems - one decision at a time.

The Courage Gap. Margie seated in a green armchair in a red-and-white patterned blouse, holding up her book The Courage Gap.
Global stages. Margie in a red dress speaking on a dark stage beside a large presentation screen.
As women rise, humanity does too. A group of women in mixed traditional and Western dress in a gilded, chandeliered reception room.

Braver choices. Better world.That's my calling.

As a girl, I couldn't have imagined the life I get to live today. Am I always brave? Nope. But that tug of war between the deeply meaningful life and the safer, easier one is the same tension every leader, at every level, moves through every day, which means my story is yours too.

If I can support you, or the team or organization you serve, to make braver choices, I'd be honored.

Margie Warrell in a bright yellow suit, laughing