A few weeks back, I went on a Speed Awareness Course. My husband and I had been arguing while I was driving on a road trip in the Autumn and, too late, I found I’d passed a speed camera over the limit in a 30mph zone.
I’ve done it again. I’ve spent way too much time worrying about what I’m going to write about in this week’s blog, worrying whether it’s the “right” topic, worrying that what I’ve written isn’t good enough.
A manager who finds fault in everything you do. A team member who’s abrupt and rude. A colleague who talks over you in meetings.
When I was growing up, in the days when cars were simpler and fathers did their own repairs, I would often find my Dad in our garage – bonnet up, lamp in place, fiddling with the engine.
I had quite a bit of feedback on my last post Permission to Pace. This was partly because people identified with feeling fatigued and demotivated, but also because giving themselves permission to take the foot off the pedal is hard.
I took the opportunity of Christmas being “cancelled” to plough on with getting my book ready for the deadline with my editor. After a final push, I despatched the manuscript the Saturday before last. And then I fell off a cliff.
How are you? This time of year can be challenging at the best of times as you get back into the swing of things after the Christmas break and hunker down given the short winter days.
A few months ago, I wrote a post called Befriend reality about how holding on to expectations about how things should be, rather than how they are, can cause us unnecessary suffering.
The other day, I watched a talk by Peter Baines, a former forensic specialist and founder of charity Hands Across the Water, a charity set up to help children in Thailand who lost their families and homes as a result of the tsunami in 2004.
Where is your breath right now? When I ask my coaching clients this, they’re often a bit perplexed. “My nose? My mouth? I’m not sure what you mean.”