I’ve always run a million miles an hour in my life, setting goals, reaching them then moving onto the next, never settling to enjoy what I had accomplished. Never taking time to actually stop and get clarity on what it was that I, ME, actually wanted and not what I was conditioned to strive for - house, car, career, family. I was where I thought I was supposed to be and yet, mid-thirties, I was the most unsettled and unfulfilled I had been for my entire life. This made me feel anxious, stressed and frustrated and searching for the reason I was actually here. That is a BIG question that came with a lot of overwhelm, however, I love a challenge so I set off on a journey of self discovery to find the answer.

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Enter my first coach. The voice of reason, organising the chaos in my head and guiding me through the most monumental few months of my life. Before this, speaking to a stranger about my crazy thoughts made me feel slightly sick and also, lying on a couch with a box of tissues at my side for an hour a week did not seem like what I needed. I trusted my intuition, and as always, it was right. It wasn’t counselling or therapy I needed, it was someone to help me make sense of all the thoughts (there were A LOT) going through my mind constantly. And, as fate would have it, my coach came into my life through the power of social media. Mindlessly scrolling was, for a change, productive and so I embarked onto an adventure into the unknown territory of working with a life coach. IT. WAS. AMAZING.