“[T]rue belonging only happens when we present our authentic, imperfect selves to the world, our sense of belonging can never be greater than our level of self-acceptance.” – Brene Brown
It’s time to truly love, trust, respect and be kind to ourselves.
Yesterday I started the last of the core coaching training courses. Two more days and this part of the journey will be over. I feel sad about the prospect of saying goodbye to my amazing fast-track coaching buddies. I hope we can go on to build greater bonds beyond the training centre walls. What a wonderful group of people they are. Being vulnerable, being open and so authentically themselves in a huge and inspirational way. Thank you one and all.
I also feel a sense of anticipation about where the journey will lead me next. Or, more accurately, where I am going to lead myself. This course seems to have opened a box of interesting things to explore, and that exploration has meant starting a process of letting go and taking back control in equal measure. Time to let go of all the constraints holding me back, and my own preconceptions and judgements, all of which, mysteriously, have been preventing me from being the greatest version of myself. And time now to take back control of the messy stuff, the busyness and the distractions that have been too easy to use as excuses for not making time to “be”. The messy stuff I’ve swept under the carpet believing I had this stuff under control. I did. And I didn’t. And now I can start to let it all go and control what matters.
It is time to find space again. To find it, to embody it and to be it. In the space is freedom, contentment and joy. Space is beautiful. From space comes love, warmth and wisdom. And who doesn’t want a bit more of that?
What makes a great human being? Is it what we do, how people judge or perceive us, how we behave, what we wear? Here are just some of the amazing and special things that make us human beings:
Being. We are not human doings. Sometimes it is ok just to exist.
Mess. We are not “sorted”. We are messy, we are complex, we are surprising. We can be up and we can be down. It is OK. It is OK not to know.
Capability. We are capable and resourceful. Each of us, in our own way, is so very capable. And capable of so much more than we give ourselves credit for. There is so much more to find and explore. Sometimes we just need people to cheer us on and give us pushes in the right direction. We can do the rest.
Creative. We are so creative. We make music. We write stories. We solve problems. We make machines work. We create code. We create works of art.
We dream. We hope. We love.
We are amazing. We are inspiring. We can change anything and everything. Our limits are our own. Go ahead, step out, be amazing.
Good stories are all about journeys. Some are literal, travelogues from intrepid backpackers or sightseers, others more of the spiritual kind. Most are just about the ups and downs of life, the greatest journey of them all.
The last eighteen months have been one amazing, scary and fun journey through my life. I’ve taken courses in subjects I never even knew I could explore, stage roles I never imagined I could inhabit, playing sports I’d never considered trying, dreaming bigger than I’ve ever dreamed before, hitting lifetime goals and meeting more amazing people than I’ve ever met in such a short space of time. Just your average eighteen months. Quiet, boringly average. Not in the least bit inspiring when I look back and think, “Wow! Did I manage to do ALL of that?”
My big, life journey took another step forward today as I took the first steps towards the fulfilment of a long-held, yet little-actioned dream, training to become a coach. A day spent in a little training suite in London, sharing and learning with a wonderful bunch of people who, like me, want to do something more with their one and only precious life. A day spent bouncing around with enthusiasm. A day spent smiling and feeling the buzz of resonation everywhere. A day spent knowing that even if it doesn’t work out, the time has not been wasted. And, if it does, the world is suddenly a much bigger and more exciting place to be.
You see those stars? They are mine. Race you.
I haven’t thought about blogging since that last post in September. Not even once. Life has rather taken over. I suppose I finally reached a place where I didn’t need to share those internal thoughts. But now the creative need is returning. Thoughts are a-bubbling (although that might have more to do with my role as a witch in a local production of the play “Wyrd Sisters”).
Watch this space. New projects might appear. With the emphasis on might. There are no promises here.
Today’s treat: seeing the autumn leaves catch the wind and twirl in perfect circles like a mini tornado of orange. Beautiful.
This perfection was topped up by the sun peaking through the morning mist.
Beautiful things I have seen this morning:
A flock of birds wheeling overhead;
A spider in her web, sparkling with fresh morning dew;
The flock of sheep munching breakfast;
My favourite pink jacket;
My beautiful old dog;
The sun peaking through the morning sea mist;
Two crows sitting on a lamppost;
Marigolds and fuschias brightening up the gardens;
Patches of brilliant blue sky poking through;
Two wood pigeons flying together through life;
Not bad in just an hour or so!