One of things I’ve been forced to do with this thing I have is slow down.
A hard ask for someone who has spent all her life on the go, applying herself with gusto to just about anything and everything.
Unbeknowns to me I had literally been living my life on adrenaline – I loved being busy, always been like it, never knew anything different, until now.
A gorgeous coaching mentor read this poem out loud on a Teleclass I was doing. It really resonated with me given I have my own version of an unwanted house guest that forced me to change my life and slow down. Take a moment to read it: Continue reading Is your ‘unwanted house guest’ leading you to a new life?
If you had asked me two years ago what I thought about meditation, you would have got a scoff, a sniff and even perhaps an eyeball roll.
I had had some experience of trying it before but I often came out wondering what visualising, body scanning and breathing actually did for me (other than the obvious!!).
What I hadn’t appreciated was the calm I often felt during and after doing it. Me thinks now my head was probably just buzzing a bit much for me to see the wood for the trees!! Continue reading Meditating like a mad woman!
“Be willing to surrender what you are for what you could become”
Fuck. It. Here goes.
I’ve been sitting, pondering about officially launching this blog for months. A contact of mine said “dude, press go, what have you got to lose?” The truth is very little. I’ve been holding off going public with reams of diary entries I have written over the last 6 months worrying about how this will affect the work I’ve been doing and thinking by some miracle my condition will pass. Maybe it still will. I didn’t want to look like a fraud (you know I might roll over one day and be restored back to the manufacturer’s settings??) but realistically I’ve been fooling myself thinking, at this point, that I can resume a “normal” working life. Whatever that is anymore. Dream on. My work has been suffering anyway. In fact I’m having to completely rethink it.
“I may not know where I’m going, but I’ll be damned if I’m going back where I’ve been”
Courage does not always roar, sometimes it’s the quiet voice at the end of the day that says “I will try again tomorrow”
Mary Anne Radmacher