Finishing the first draft of my second book is magical—for a moment—then it’s kind of, well, nothing. Having set aside the whole day to write, I’d been feeling a little weird all day, kind of shaky, gut churning. And when I finished, well there it was, finished. And I immediately started to think about the whopping amount of revision I would have to do, the next hill to climb. Sigh… Continue reading
There’s something magical about telling a story, and my dream has always been to write stories. Until recently, story writing was just that, a dream. But it’s a dream no longer; my book is finished and it’s being published soon.
My story is Breathing While Drowning, a memoir of my life so far. My heroine’s journey into despair, trials, tribulation and my quest for healing and return to living a vibrant and remarkable life, a life worthy of my attention. Continue reading
Ask for help for my stuff? Yoikes no! I’m fine thanks, I’ll manage. And I usually do; manage that is. I don’t know about you, but I find it so much easier to do things for other people than for myself.
I’ve found not asking for help for my own stuff, my most difficult habit to break. It just doesn’t come naturally. I have a tough time holding myself accountable for my own dreams, they tended to be last on my list and so often not done, leaving me more and more frustrated and stressed from the Zeigarnik Effect. Continue reading
I’ve had a serious dose of FoMO (Fear of Missing Out). I’m constantly struggling to balance my multiple passions with my FoMO. Throw in a chronic dose of busyness that runs rampant through our work and personal lives and of course right now, there’s Christmas – it’s no wonder I’m exhausted! Continue reading
Imagination is one of the joys of being human. What a gift to be able to create images and ideas without the thing being present or real. Combine that with the thought that energy flows where focus goes, so whatever you focus on is what you’ll think about and be more likely to act on. So now you have two things working to make your dreams come true. But that’s not enough to make it happen. Let’s face it, most of us have dreams and that’s all they are, dreams, they never become our reality. We keep those dreams tucked up safely, gathering dust, and we don’t really believe we can have them. And let’s not even think about whether we deserve them or not. Continue reading
Every person paints a different picture of success. It could be homes, cars, boats, clothes, jewellery, for others it would be a high profile, high paying career or body of work. Some people would choose experiences, holidays or adventures to make your hair stand on end. Others would choose family, contribution to their community, making their difference to one or many, recognised by the global community.
For me success is summed up in the word freedom. Continue reading
Someone asked me the other day what my one word was. What word was the anchor in my life? The word that everything else is built on?
I’d been speaking about what I do and why I do it.
I help people find their strengths and capabilities and to realise they have the potential to change their lives and the lives of others. I do this with individuals, teams and organisations in lots of different ways; coaching, training, facilitating, being a change catalyst. I give people the confidence to take action, to live and lead consciously. Continue reading
Words have always held a special power for me. Words are the magic of communication, sharing a message or emotion, revealing a truth or idea, offering comfort or advice, giving instructions or feedback.
The right words at the right time can change your life. Sometimes you may have heard the words before but you weren’t really ready to listen to their message until that very moment. Like the Buddhist proverb…
“When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.” Continue reading
When was the last time you took some time out to spend entirely for yourself for absolutely no reason other than you wanted to? What if I added to that question – without feeling guilty?
These days most of us (me too) get so caught up in the busy-ness of our lives that we never seem to take a breath that doesn’t have some task attached to it.
Busy-ness is the new black. Everyone is doing it or expects to be doing it. And most of us wear busy-ness like a badge of honour. Continue reading
One of my best friends made a gem of a statement the other day that started me thinking about friendship and mindfulness. We’ve been best friends since we were kids and have stayed best friends even as careers and families kept us geographically distant the last few decades.
Although we live in separate parts of the country at the moment, whenever we catch up, often months apart, it feels like it was yesterday since we spoke. When we fill each other in on what’s been happening, my friend described it like we both have these ’bonus bubbles of life’ between our catch ups. As if the real world is the brief time we spend together, everything else has a sense of scripted alternate reality. Goes to show how present we are and invested in the moment when we’re together. Mmm sounds like we’re being mindful. Continue reading