You know how I have been saying for the last few weeks that change is hard? And that it works best when there’s a method in there somewhere? And most importantly of all, that once all the foundations have been laid with regards to values, visions and intentions then the magic only really happens when there’s action?
In my old corporate HR world I was all about my ‘five-year plan’ and having a set of very clear goals to work towards. I’ve even used goals A LOT in my Personal Training business – both personally and with my clients. If you’ve ever joined a gym you’ll be used to being asked what your fitness goals are. One of Nike’s adverts:
I was explaining in last week’s blog that becoming a better human was very much an inside job. It takes a lot of self work. It’s a process of introspection, increasing your self-awareness and figuring out some honest answers to some tough questions.
My take on coaching – what it is (really) and what is really isn’t. Why I think it works and why I believe in it.
If you’re thinking Football Coach, this article probably isn’t what you were searching for. I’m talking about the kind of coach that is a support and guide, voice of wisdom and person who holds a space for you while you figure out what you want, then walks alongside you on that journey.
In my experience, probably not as well as you think.
Last week I shared the story of the ‘Pregnancy Scare Road Trip’ as an introduction to my deep dive into this complex subject that I hold really dear to my heart.
I hold it dear to my heart because in my line of work I have a lot of conversations with a lot of women. And we talk a lot about a lot of things – but often we circle around a few key topics – our men, our children and our bodies, not always in that order.
I’ve been promising a blog on this for so long not I’ve almost given up being able to get it written. And the reason it’s been extra hard is because I’ve just got TOO MUCH to say on the subject! I want to look at it from a whole bunch of different angles and there’s a lot I want to draw on.
It’s been a little over six months since 3 + 4 = 7 and #bradybunchtowers was birthed in Camberwell. Blended families aren’t a new phenomenon and I’m quite sure there are literally thousands of people blogging about their experiences, but here’s some of what I’ve learned so far.
I shared a Facebook post before Christmas which generated a fair amount of comment. (Find the post HERE) It wasn’t meant as a ‘poor me’ post, and I most definitely wasn’t looking for sympathy, it was more one of these kind of observations:
Today I’m sitting stranded in a fog-bound Dubai airport trying to make it back to England to visit family. Yesterday, back home in Melbourne, I went for a swim. It was my first swim in probably 12 months.
I’ve had this one in me for a fair few months now.
It’s been going round and round, percolating if you like. And I think it’s been particularly slow in the writing because it’s quite literally something that I’ve been really challenged by personally since all of the woo-ha last year.