Hold that space

'Holding space' is one of the most selfless and loving things that we can do for another person. It is being there for someone when they cannot hold themselves alone. It is providing safe and solid ground for them to be completely where they are at, doing what they need to do.

While everyone is capable of doing this for another, some can feel that they must DO something in order to be helping. Infact, doing something usually invades the space with our own thoughts, believes and perceptions which can at best influence the other person, potentially it can dislodge and destabilise them. Being there, just being there, creates a safety and acceptance that lets the other person express what they need to without fear of judgement, criticism or opinion. You can guide when appropriate or when asked to, but ultimately the person need to work things out for themself and walk their own path.

Holding space means putting your own agendas to the side, quietening your own internal chatter and stepping back from being involved while remaining completely in it. It means looking for nothing in return, sharing your love and wisdom unconditionally and being void of outcome. It takes strength and self assurance to hold space for someone. Most importantly, it needs love for and faith in the other person's ability to work out what they need. You can hold space for your closest friend, for a stranger or for yourself as long as you approach it with love, faith and compassion.

You know you are holding space when you can recognise the potency of a pause without trying to fill it. It is to not know what is coming next or what you will say, yet choosing to stay rather than walk and to take things moment by moment. It is being able to feel the crest of a wave, not knowing at which point it will crash, if it will crash, but having confidence that you can ride with it into calmer waters.

When space is held for me it feels like I can breath a sigh of relief. I feel I have all the time in the world to get in touch with what's deep inside and face it fearlessly while someone holds my hand. I let parts of me out that I usually choose to hide from the world, and to hide from myself at times. I feel that I can look at the chaos of my thoughts outside of my head and take the time to let the clarity appear. Importantly for me I feel an acknowledgement that I know myself what it is that I need and that I will work it out in my own time. When space is held for me, I feel supported, respected, loved and accepted.

Eventually things clear and the potency of the space dissipates. Emotions settle and a new normality returns. The space closes and things move on, both of you having shared an experience yet with no expectations of each other going forward.

I know that I have been asked to hold space for others before and I hope that I have done them justice and served them well. I have felt humbled to have been allowed into that space in the first place and I have come away with a greater understanding of things that I don't even know how to explain.

Learning to do nothing and to just be and to be there is a skill that is enriching behind words. It quite literally makes the world a better place.

To those of you who have held space for me, knowingly or otherwise, I thank you for your strength. You are my angels and I am filled with gratitude and love for that time that you unselfishly gave to me.

CT xxx

Move from your heart

Did you know that as an embryo your arms developed before your legs did? Or that your heart was beating and developing before your brain was even on the horizon? 

I didn't until I studied this video the other week. It's fascinating stuff. Have a look! 

It gave me a new perspective on movement and my interest in bringing our own patterns back to the essence of who we are.    

The arms essentially originate from the heart, and come straight out of the body and around it. It looks like a big hug to me! A huge big hug from the heart saying "Here I am world". This really interested me as I thought about how we use, or don't use, our arms to express our heart. 

Arms are a tremendous source of our expression. When I see someone talking passionately I often notice the use of their arms to add more vigour and depth to their subject. As they get more involved in their subject the gesticulations can get bigger, involving the whole of their arms, the space around them and eventually the whole of their body. I see  it as a real symbol of talking from the heart. I often admire this sight as I 'found' my arms quite late in life. I never crawled, so never developed the full function of weight bearing on them. That coupled with being a shy, unconfident and fearful child meant that I either kept my arms by my side, or hanging onto my mother's hand for reassurance. Even during my pilates training I hated learning the upper body exercises with the group as I felt so exposed and vulnerable. Rationally I knew this was ridiculous, but emotionally it was very real for me.  

I think that in some ways many of us have lost the full expression of our arms. We spend a lot of time with little gadgets in our hands, working away with great finger dexterity, but keeping our arms quite close in to our body and expressing through our gadgets rather than with our body. Very often I hear people telling me that their shoulders or arms are weak. My feeling is that arms and shoulders are often restricted from movement, natural movement, and simply moving them more to begin with starts to unlock some of the strength within, which can then be channelled into more specific movements and activities as they start to find some freedom.*

For me, an 'arm-shy' mover, I took things slowly to begin with and I became curious to the movement. I pushed things and I pulled things. I tried swinging my arms more when I walked and using them a little more when explaining things. I also threw them about a bit in the privacy of my own room while playing music (I believe it's called dancing!). 

What I did discover is that moving my arms gave me a real sense of joy. Give me a down dog in yoga and I'm a happy bunny. Let me hug those I love and I sigh with bliss. When I exercise my arms now I have  a sense of strength that my legs have never given me. 

What I love more than anything about this embryology video therefore is the very real and original connection that our arms have with our heart. The arms' movement comes from the heart, both literally and metaphorically.  And when I close my eyes and imagine my movement as an embryo, discovering and then extending my arms from my centre, before I was even conscious of it, I can't help but feel a deep sense of internal power, growth and potential. It connects me deeply with my essence and taps into a part of me that I very rarely consider. I find that exciting! 

If you're arm-shy in any sense, close your eyes and picture yourself as this embryo (you WERE an embryo once!), feel your arms developing and giving you form. Feel them growing from your heart and your essence. What do those arms say? What do you want them to do? Where are they being restricted?

You may come up with some amazing new insights about yourself! I know I did! 

 CT :-) x 

* certain shoulder pathologies may need more formal and individualised guidance to movement 
    

What do you see?

A most beautiful thing happened in class yesterday.

One of the class members exclaimed 'Oh my goodness!' as we transitioned from floor to standing. Knowing that she currently has a hip issue, which is causing her pain, I admit that this was my first inclination as to why she was crying out.

But, as I looked over I saw that she was standing transfixed by something that had caught her eye outside of the window. ‘Look!’, she said and so we all went to the window to see what it was that had grabbed her attention so remarkably.

But we couldn’t see what she was looking at. ‘The tree,’ she said. ‘Look at the tree’. Again we couldn’t see what she meant.

‘Look how beautiful it is….’

And then we saw! There in the churchyard opposite stood the most gloriously red tree silhouetted by the surrounding greens and browns. We had seen it, but hadn't really looked at it. And so we all stood and marvelled at its beauty and its presence. It was exceptionally beautiful. For a few moments all we were focused on was the tree. Everything else was forgotten and nothing seemed to matter. 

At this point, I remembered the ‘hidden’ art installation (see picture) that lives within the trees in that churchyard and asked who had noticed it. Some had. Others didn’t know it was there. We had all however at some point walked past it many times, oblivious to its presence, until it had been pointed out to us. Once it has been you can't help but look at it. 

We pondered for a moment.

Our original ‘tree spotter’ apologised for distracting us from our pilates. I thanked her. Not for her apology, but for allowing us to see what she sees. The moment had connected us all. An apology was far from needed.

As I then guided the class through some movements I marvelled at the sight in front of me. Everybody moved so well and with such ease. My heart sang as I observed. I shared this with them and reflected on the movement journey that we have come on together. One class member was surprised that I saw a difference. Not because she didn’t feel it herself, she said, but she was surprised that I could see the difference. In turn, I remarked that I was surprised she didn't know that I could see how wonderfully she moved (it is a delight to see). 

We pondered.... And then continued to move and flow. 

And today, I am still pondering, that wondrous class of yesterday. I believe we each in our own way opened our eyes a little more yesterday and left the room with new insight into each other and the world around us. 

It truly was a beautiful hour of movement. 

CT :-) xx

Get more out of your day, by putting more into it!

I've slowed down, and I'm getting more done! And I've got more time! How does that happen??!!

It happens quite simply because I'm now only doing the things that I want, or need to do. Selfish? Maybe in some people's eyes it is. But from this point of view it's completely the opposite. It's looking after me, in order to be there for others.

I consciously decided to slow down a few weeks ago. I was fed up always feeling that I never had enough time, fed up flopping into bed, fed up putting friends off because I either needed to catch up on things I hadn't done, or because I was too tired to make conversation. I was fed up feeling that the weekend was never long enough! And I was fed up feeling that I had a long list of things that I wanted to do, but I never seemed to have the time or energy to actually do.

I saw an enforced change in my routine as an opportunity to change things. So I did.

I took 20 minutes each morning to write 'unconsciously' and I took 10 minutes each evening to 'just breathe'. This, I decided, was important in my new routine, if indeed there was even going to be going to be a routine as such. Taking this 30 minutes each day for me has reaped so much benefit and gained me so much time.

Writing each morning reflected hard back to me about the speed that my mind was rushing along at. The speed of my hand symbolised it too! I was rushing to get words out, trying to keep up with my mind. My writing was illegible and the words were drivel. Over a few days I slowed the pace of my writing down and I could feel my body, and my mind, relaxing. I realised that I was probably writing about the same amount, but the words were legible and my once neat handwriting was coming back to me (I haven't seen that for years!). More importantly I was writing about things that actually meant something to me! I stopped writing about the noise that was going on around about me, and which I realised was stressing me out and causing me needless and useless thoughts. I began to pick up from one day's writing to the next and began to thread things together. As my unconscious became my conscious I could see which thoughts were infecting my actions, and which thoughts needed to come through stronger. Through my writing I saw what was actually important for me and what thoughts were stopping me meeting those needs. The writing allowed me to 'think' through things and my body told me, as I wrote how I felt about these thoughts.

I'm still writing each morning. Each day I write with a clearer mind, and more relaxed body. I write slower, but I now write more. Each day I gain more from what I write. The words I write express my needs and because I see them in black and white each morning, I am now meeting more of my needs.

Breathing each evening has given me time to just be with my body and to feel. Breathing is key to movement and key to mindfulness. I was long overdue making this space in my day to breathe. Breathing each evening has once more slowed me down. In the beginning my nightly breathing was always fast and shallow and I could straight away feel the anxiety and stress that went with it. Slowing my breathing and focussing on just my breathe and its feel was the complete antithesis to my morning's brain splurge. Focusing just on my breath kept me out of my mind's chatter and instead I was completely in 'feel'. Gradually I have turned the volume down on words, and instead I have turned volume up on sensations and 'vibes'. In their own way these feelings allow me to 'think' in a completely different way. As I have learned to feel these new vibrations and sensations, i have found myself able to look for them during my day. When my mind becomes busy or gets caught up in noise, I can search for my breath and it tells me about what I need. And so my breathing practice has actually become the complete compliment to my writing.

Words have become feelings and feelings have become words. My breathe tells me about my writing and my writing tells me about my breathe. My writing shows when my breathing is not 'mine' and my breathing shows me when my words are not 'mine'. Through these two processes, from just 30 minutes a day, and by adding more into my life, I have simplified how I spend my time. I am at the forefront of how I spend that time because I now have to answer to myself at the beginning and end of each day. And if I'm not choosing me 'enough', then I am faced with it in crystal clear transparency.

While it hasn't felt easy to choose me and put my needs first, it has become easier. I have felt less responsible for others, and more responsible for me.

And ironically, the more that I have followed this direction, the more that I have felt able to do things for others and the more that I have been able to spend time with others. I have more energy for my work and more desire to socialise with others. And rather than having an endless list of things that I want to get around to doing, I am gradually doing more and more small things each day. My time is more joyful, and I believe as a result that I am a more joyful person to be around. That has to be a good thing for everybody?!  

So if anyone asks me how to get more time in their day or how they can get more done, I'm going to say: Stop. Slow down. Realise how much time and energy you are wasting on needless thoughts and actions. Understand how much of your life you are spending meeting others peoples needs, yet putting yours to the back of the queue. Spend more time with yourself. Trust that this will give you what you need, and will clear the chaos. Know that this will make life simpler, yet more fulfilling. 

The process that worked for me was words and breathe. For you it may be different. But if you don't know where to start then perhaps it's worth a go. You never know, you may get even more than just time and a feeling of achievement. You might even get more inner calm and joy! 

And so, with that thought, I am off to breathe and be with myself. 

CT :-) Xx

Watch your words

The little curve in the small of my back is the bane of my life! It seems a hotspot for many practitioners and teachers to hone in on and give me well meaning guidance on how to change it. 

Each time this happens I feel a little bit of rage (on a bad day) or frustration (on a good day) boil up in me and I want to scream 'Can we please all just get over the existence of this apparently excessively curved part of my body?!" My 'over-tight' hip flexors being drilled into falls almost into the same frustration camp and woe betide anyone pointing out both of these 'flaws' of mine!.

My frustration comes because I know how much self work I have done over the years. I know how less curved my lower back is, how much more I can rotate my hips and open my pelvis. I know my sticking points and I know where I can't move (yet) but I also understand my sacrum and it's positioning and I know just how near I am to bringing that lower part of my spine into alignment with the rest of me. Patience, determination and perseverance all sit in that part of body in abundance, yet what I hear too often (or choose to hear) is 'change that' or 'your back shouldn't be like that'.

There is no one more critical of myself than me. I work hard at not being so critical, and instead being more accepting, of myself. Yet, when this area of me is focused in on, my self talk becomes negative and in an instance I can wipe out all the good that I have done for myself over the years. My curvy little back becomes a devil taunting me and telling me that I'm 'still not good enough' and everyone can see this. This deep held belief has been my downfall for most of my life. Even through all my successes and achievements those words have haunted me and stopped me from ever enjoying the fruits of all my labours.  Yes, they have driven me to achieve many things which I may otherwise not have, but they have also prevented me from reflecting on the wonderfulness of my life and all that it contains. 

So, given that you now know this, you can imagine my gut reaction when at yoga this morning the teacher came over to seemingly correct my back. I have wanted to go to this teacher's class for so long as I love her energy and way of seeing the world. I know that she sees the whole person and that I would feel safe with her. But as she came over I felt my defences rise and my jaw stiffened in anticipation. And then she said it....... 

'You have lots of strength here in your back (touching said wee curvy bit). Can you use it to lift you even higher....?" 

Right there and then I could have cried (I probably would have if I wasn't just relishing in the wisdom of her words!).  This was exactly what I needed to hear. My inner being rejoiced in be recognised and respected. Those negative words that come too quick to me were nowhere. Instead there was an internal choir chorusing 'yes I can, I know I can, please show me how, please show me!'. 

Pose of the day

As she gently guided me and placed my alignment I felt a big beam of energy  throughout my spine and I knew that this was right. It felt amazing. She asked me if it felt weird and I couldn't answer. I just couldn't believe that I finally had length in my lower spine. It felt different from what I imagined, and it was much more fluid than I could have guessed. So in that sense, it felt weird, but more so it just felt easy being there. As we moved down to the floor I felt a wave of letting go in my lower abdomen and throughout my internal organs. I was glowing inside and out from my achievement and I lay there and basked in it, in all its glory! 

As the day has moved on I can feel the old physical pattern returning a little, and I've lost the strength of the new sensation. But I know now that I can do it  and each time I do it will come back stronger and it will stay with me longer.

The reason I tell you this story is two-fold:

Words can do so much. And by this I mean both our internal and our external words. They can help or they can hinder. Positive words can impact far more than we may actually realise. They may be just what someone needs to hear at a certain point in time. 

Judge not by what you see. For while that person may appear to be strong, confident and capable, inside can be a different story. 

In the words of Atticus Finch in 'To Kill a Mockingbird' (written by Harper Lee):

"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb into his skin and walk around in it." 

One of my very favourite quotes, and words to live life by. So be kind and positive in your words and intent - you never know who you'll be helping find their alignment. 

That is all folk, speak again soon....  

CT :-) xx

  

   

Letting go isn't easy - but it IS worth it!

A wise teacher of mine once looked me in the eyes when I was struggling to release into a movement and said 'letting go isn't easy'. It was a simple statement but the intent behind his words were powerful.

They have stuck with me every since, and time and time again the statement floods into my brain when I am struggling with movement, or with life!

I have a love / hate relationship with letting go! I actually love the feeling of release in my body when it happens and the sense of moving forward into a new outlook. But the process of getting to letting go can be fairly tumultuous for me!

I have a previous history of long term stress, anxiety and mental illness (a blog for another day which I promise I will write). For a good couple of decades I held onto fears, beliefs and feelings that were no good for me and certainly no good for my body. I held myself so tightly together for fear of falling apart, that I could endure ridiculous physical pain and not even feel it. I once got root canal treatment done without any kind of anaesthetic. Says it all really! It was just normality for me though as I knew no different. Letting go was a concept far removed from me! 

Slowly over time I have learned to feel, and to let go - both physically and emotionally. Talking therapy healed my head, but movement and body work has been the truest healer for me. The same wise teacher sat with me as I bawled my eyes out in a session after moving my legs in a particular fashion, allowing me the time and space to cry. I couldn't understand why I was crying because I felt I'd done enough therapy and enough crying to last a lifetime, and, anyway, all I'd done is move my legs about. But he explained that releasing tension creates a shift of the previously trapped energy which once released needs to go somewhere. This can come out in various expressions of that energy. It could be a feeling of joyful energy, active energy or laughter. It can equally be in some ways in which we tend to socially control our reaction, for example crying or shaking. But either way, in order to fully release the held in energy we need to let it out as our body needs to express it. It was an eye opener to me that movement could cause such a reaction. Nobody was talking about this and I wondered how many other people were holding themselves back for fear of bursting in to tears. But it made sense to me, and during many sessions with my teacher as I released tension, I felt a sense of relief as the stress dissipated and as I allowed the held in emotions to come out. Talking therapy had done a lot but it had not fully tackled the physical patterns of holding and guarding that were left in my body. Here I could release without talking, just with knowing that I would not be judged for my reactions.  

My own movement training (pilates) was, eh, interesting! I held back nothing in order to learn both about myself and how clients might feel. Thankfully there were only a few outbursts of emotion. One where I famously told my trainer to 'f*** off out my face' before I went fleeing to the toilets in tears, another where I spent the afternoon with 15 relative strangers and with continuously wet and leaking eyes. The former is a classic example of the tumultuousness (is that actually a word??) that can happen prior to my letting go. The latter was much easier (for everyone!).

Letting go ISNT easy hard! For some people (like me), letting go needs to be given time, space and support in order for the process to happen. Force, pressure or feeling that something should be happening at a particular pace, or at all, will only serve to annoy the nervous system. For me, there is a lot going on inside. Physically I feel the stirrings of change inside and it is usually accompanied by an increase in my heart rate. This usually leads to anxiety of some degree about what is going to happen, how it will feel and how it will change me. A lot of self talk happens. Sometimes it's more an excitement about a change happening which I have been working towards for a while. Either way, my sympathetic nervous system (flight / fight / freeze) is being activated. I need to be in a supportive and calming environment where I feel I can allow the change to happen when it is ready, so that the parasympathetic (calming) nervous system is at play instead. Or else, tumultuality abounds (I'm sure that's not a word but I like it!)! That tumultuality (I'm sticking with it!) comes from my system essentially being stuck in acceleration with the brake on at the same time.... Not good! Holding on IS indeed harder! 

I find that the time between something stirring and the actual release and change can be so potent to tap into what is actually happening and why the tension exists in the first place. I can be so connected to my emotional system at that time that I am experiencing feelings that emulate those of previous situations  I have been in. A gamete of emotions may come up to the surface. When given time it can feel like watching a film for the second time, but with a wiser knowledge. To rush this, is to cut off this process of separating the held physical feeling from the historical facts which is where we learn to let go of our past and to live in the present.  

    

Now, I have to say that these days I seldom burst into tears spontaneously. I've learnt to calm the system enough and I know when certain environments or teachers won't work for me. I also go through phases of being content with where I'm at and others where I'm actively seeking help and support as I release and let go deeper. (I am working with a wonderfully talented bodywork therapist just now who is helping me to let go of some very long and deep held patterns - whimpering and shaking seem to be order of the day here!). Some would say I'm sensitive, and some days I'll agree. I've been called complex and complicated too - but aren't we all? I've learnt what works for me, and I'm perfectly happy with that! 

What I have also learnt though my last 6 years or so of letting go is to respect where others are at with this concept. Being that person and place of safety and support for someone as they let go and express themselves as they need to is probably the most rewarding aspect of my work. I understand completely how vulnerable that can be, and how privileged I am to be given that trust. Simply 'holding space' for someone to express fully can do so much healing.

I wonder at times what might have happened if that wise teacher had said instead 'just let go', as if it was so simple.... Would I have bullied my way though a movement never really understanding the depth to which it could take me? Would I have found another way to let go and heal my poor body and brain? Either way, he didn't say that and I'm always glad for the words 'letting go isn't easy'. 

So, I'm sharing them with you, with a little extra wisdom gained from experience... Letting go is not easy but it is so worth learning, because holding on is indeed harder and limits you from living the fullness of your potential. 

Til next time...

CT :-) xx 

Ballooning on day 50 of 50!

A few years ago - oh, probably about 5 or 6(!), I wrote the following little story. Ever since then Claire, Susan and I have given each other balloons as gifts at any opportunity we possibly can. We are quite literally ballon seekers. 

For as long as I can remember, I have said to them both 'I want to write and inspire others'. They have continually told me that I have nothing to fear and they have waited patiently for me to actually get my ass in gear and find a way to write outwith my private diaries. 

My lovely balloons, on Day 50 it seems so apt to share our wee story and say 'I did it'! 50 blogs and I have no intention of stopping now. Thank you both, I love you so dearly xx 

ANCHORS OR BALLOONS

Every month or so myself and two friends, Susan and Claire, get together for a bite to eat and some chat. We have all known each other for over 20 years but we still come away from these get-togethers with a greater understanding of each other, and ourselves. Sometimes we put the world to right, sometimes we put ourselves to right and sometimes we just have a giggle. Usually one of us (at least!) has some kind of 'self enquiry' which the other two will listen and respond to. We seem to know instinctively what is needed. When it's sympathy and soothing words, then they are said. When it's straight talking that's needed, then that is what's delivered. We know the deal and we have an implicit trust in each other which is probably why it works so well!

We met up last Sunday and had such a great evening! We talked about everything from sparkly stationery to pensions and we discussed our ambitions, our fears, and our successes. We 'seal clapped' with excitement and joy regularly.  When we left we had big smiles on our faces, felt we could achieve anything and that we are pretty damn good! Two days later I still have a smile on my face!

Claire and Susan are two balloons in my life. They lift me up when I need it and they lift me even higher when I'm soaring. Just being in their presence creates lift in me. My alignment lengthens, I hold my head up higher and my heart lifts.

Unfortunately not everyone is a balloon. 

Life also contains anchors. Anchors will weigh you down as you try to grow. They will talk you out of doing something you want to do. They will point out all the reasons why not to - even though there are far more reasons why to! They will question your ability rather than applauding your bravery at trying.

Anchors are scared. They are scared that your success will highlight their own inadequacies. By keeping you where you are, all is safe for them. You will usually find that what anchors want most in their life is the very thing that you are trying to achieve. By sabotaging your attempts they are confirming to themselves that it is not possible and so they can stay in their own comfort zone. Do you really want to be someone else's proof of impossibility? Or do you want to be someone else's inspiration showing that anything is possible?
Being in the presence of anchors drags you down. Everything feels heavy, and your posture sinks. 

Do not fear anchors. They are just there to test us, so that we can ask OURSELVES if we are on the right path. But do not get comfortable in the presence of anchors. Release their hold, seek out balloons and then you will truly soar, flying as you are meant to fly. 

Til... Well, sometime next week :-)) 

CT :-) xx 

Get out of that rut! 50 day blog - day 49

Do you know that feeling when you are stuck in a rut and everything just seems TOO HARD? 

Days seem to roll on from one another, with nothing changing, yet you can't seem to do anything about? You might find yourself struggling in vain to do something, but your energy is so drained that you carry on as you are, promising yourself that you'll do something about it. Yet before you know it, its tomorrow, next week, next month and its still the same old same old. 

That, my dears, is negative inertia. 

Inertia is the principle that says an object will retain its state of rest or motion until an external force is applied to alter that state. 

So if something is stationary then it will stay that way until something forces it to move. As long as you are not doing anything about looking for another job then there's not going to be another job. As long as you are not doing anything about your fitness then you are not going to get fit. The same applies for negative eating habits that have crept in, dealing with that pain that constantly niggles way, or a relationship that feel unfulfilling. What every it is that you are feeling in a rut about, it's not going to change without something happening.  

Logically we all know this. But when inertia is really in its grip, knowing this isn't necessarily helpful. When we're floored from inertia it can become easy to see all that we DON'T want or we can seem so far away from where we DO want to be. And it all seems just too blooming darn hard to do anything about......! Voila negative inertia. 

But, inertia also means that when something is moving then it will keep moving until it is made to stop. So if you get things moving then they will continue to do so and will take on a momentum of their own and eventually you'll break out of the rut. It needn't be anything big. Starting small is change in itself. Just make sure that you pick something that is taking you in a positive direction (or else you'll start a whole new cycle of negative inertia!) AND focus on knowing that once you keep moving then it will become easier .

If you are looking for a new career, but don't know where to start then make a list of the things that you enjoy doing in life, or jobs that appeal to you (whether or not at this point you believe that you could do them or not). Talk to someone that does work that you are drawn to. Before you know it your brain will be in a different space and without necessarily being in a different job you'll already creating a new career for yourself (even if you still don't know what it is!). 

If your eating habits are getting you down then change one thing. Change your breakfast as it's usually the one that we tend to get stuck with. Start the day as you mean your life to be. Each day you'll be doing something that you want to be doing and this will lead to more changes (change you snack, add in more vegetables, change to organic) and taking you towards a healthier diet. 

The same principle applies for whatever it is that you are stuck in a rut with. Got a niggle, then talk to people who have had similar and see what worked for them. Get in touch with a professional bodyworker. If they can't help then chances are that they'll know someone who can. If you are desperate to get fitter then start with a short walk, or perhaps a run (start small with a few minutes of running for a few second and then walking for the same).    

Getting started is the hardest thing. But until you do start then nothing is going to change! With each change you make focus on the fact that you ARE making positive change, rather than on everything else that isn't changing. Negativity breeds negativity, positivity breeds positivity. 

One change will lead to another and another and eventually you'll be far away from where you are now, living the life that you always wanted to live. 

It IS that simple. So.... what's stopping you? 

Til tomorrow :-) 

CT :-) X