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Good Ol’ Expectation Street

Saturday, the day before mothers day, I spent the entire day at the kids school fete. Like a lot of mums from our school, we sat and watched our kids perform in a variety of different cultural expressions. Plays, dances, sing song things. 

Personally, I enjoyed it. I love watching my kids do stuff they love, and ultimately, I have learnt, that no one has a gun to my head, so if I don’t want to go, I won’t.

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Ouch! First the pebble, then the brick, then the wall.

Hey sweet one! 

Recently I’ve been exploring (and noticing more and more in conversations) about what it feels like to undo old patterns and notice things in our lives that used to serve us, and now no longer do. 

It might be friendships, intimate relationships, jobs, places where folks live. 

The mere questioning of what suits us can sometimes (usually) feel really unsettling.

This of course makes sense, because when we begin to question patterns that have kept things ‘safe’ and ‘familiar’ the nervous system (which is designed to keep us safe) starts to freak out…

“Arrrrggghhhhhh, change”!!! 

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To choose to nourish or poison! Why so hard?

Each week (ish) I receive a very brief email from the team at Martha Beck Wayfinding Life Coaching (definitely worth subscribing to).

This week, the ‘compass point’ read,

“Learn to choose what nourishes you, not what poisons you”.

Martha Beck

Initially, when it’s read, it seems a bit like, “well duh, doesn’t it make sense that we’d choose what nourishes over what poisons”?

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Why the humans don’t want your help…

I was having a chat with a fellow practitioner recently and she was really feeling the feels around folks who are simply not willing to accept help. She was feeling super frustrated that she had been doing so much to try to support a human who was simply not willing to do the work. 

After a long and very helpful cathartic ‘owning her story’ we got into the rumble. 

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City of Girls. I wasn’t going to read it. Jeezus!

Someone asked me the other day, “What was the first personal growth book you ever read”?

You would think that it would pop straight to my mind in the same way I can recall the first personal growth workshop I ever did.

I couldn’t pin it down. I have read so many books, and so many of them have impacted me. The first one…..

“I am pretty sure it was Tuesday’s with Morrie” stumbled out of my mouth. “That isn’t really a personal growth or self help book though is it”? Came the reply.

“Well, maybe you should read it again”!

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What it really means to be ‘stuck’….

Hi beauty! Let’s talk stickiness shall we? 

Being ‘stuck’. Getting ‘stuck’. I’m stuck. 

I can’t tell you how many times Ive felt like that in my life. And I can’t tell you how many folks I have worked with who have felt the same. 

I’ve stood in front of mentor groups, and mirrors and been sitting in the car and said the words, “I just feel stuck”. I’ve sat in groups of people who have done the same. I have sat across from countless folks, slumped shoulders, head down, exhaling heavy. “I just feel stuck”. 

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For the “adults” among us!!

If you are an adult, it likely that you have not done this in a while. 

So, this is an interactive message. As in, I literally am inviting you to hit reply and answer me this. 

When was the last time you, just you, not attached to something to do with your children, or you partner or your work…but just you did something new? 

Okay, hit reply and let me know. You’re done! 

If you are still reading, then it’s likely you are like many adults. 

You are an adult who is probably specialised at adulting! Doing all the things that are for all the people, and making sure the needs of others are attended.