What Gets In The Way?
There were 36 hours this week when my normally plucky self completely derailed. You know, the equivalent of a dozen bad hair days slamming into you all at once.
Thank goodness, when that happens, I have a coach. A smart and compassionate one who doesn’t let me get away with much.
Her first question, when I confessed I’d woken up feeling like a failure, was: When did that start?
Well, of course, the part of me that preferred wallowing to working drew a blank.
I woke up that way, so hey, did it start in my sleep? (heading down dark paths of the psyche brings out my cheeky side)
What followed was a volley of questions (hers) and non-answers (mine). My coach is remarkably patient, or tenacious, depending on how “oh,-I’m-not-feeling-resistant” resistant I’m being.
I still don’t remember the exact moment I gave myself permission to…
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