Past Procrastination

It’s funny how we only notice that things have passed when we think about the thing and realise it’s no longer there.

I used to deserve a gold medal for procrastination. If there was a competition, I would have been up there with the best. Hours of my life were spent thinking about all the things I had to do instead of actually doing them. And then more hours spent feeling anxious about all the things I hadn’t done. That’s a lot of hours, I’m not even going to wonder how many.

Something changed however when I started meditation. And here’s the funny thing, I had spoken about doing meditation for flippin’ ages but it wasn’t until I was crippled by overwhelm that I actually started it. And then things just got steadily better, it’s definitely been a most wonderful evolution.

My mind is calmer, my relationships better, my focus stronger and as I've just realised my days of procrastinating are in the past!

What’s not to like? Joyous. 

Thinking Time

I have been reading a lot lately. It's such a great thing to stop and to read and to learn. I've started a Time to Think by Nancy Kline and I keep coming back to this passage. During our sessions clients sometimes tell me that they have not thought properly for years. They say the experience of being listened to, and the space to think, can be pretty profound. I love this. I love watching as it happens, like something is unfolding in the brain after years of being tucked away. I feel honoured to witness it and honoured to be part of it.

It strikes me time and time again how bizarre it is, that thinking deeply for ourselves isn't more common. Often it takes something, possibly a trauma or a significant event that will stop us in our tracks and make us explore our thoughts. 

I wonder how both life and society would be if we took more time to think. 

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Taking the leap

I was planning on making this website live in September and have been cruising along doing bits and pieces to bring it together. This morning someone asked me what it was I was waiting for, why September? I took a moment to think and then heard myself saying things that I didn't really mean and wondered what on earth I was talking about. After a little reflection it dawned on me, if I've learned anything over the last few years it's that waiting for the right time might mean waiting for a lifetime. 

And so here I am, writing my first blog post, sometimes you just need a little leap of faith!

Whoop!