Living my best life
Emma's Diary
was that previously I would have drank my way through any anxiety I am sure. This time I was wide awake when knee deep in the shit! It slowly began to dawn on me how in my life I have been brave on so many occasions. Both relentless and confident to take on things that help me to grow; and how much I throw myself into each and every challenge. Some would say brave and some might say stupid. Whatever it was I knew that something special had begun and again another change in my life had occurred and there was no going back, but this time it was being done by the new me. Just under twelve months prior to this moment I had created a vision for myself which included; buying our own home with a mortgage; becoming debt free; setting up my coaching business; having items in my home that ‘spark joy’; having a fit and healthy body. And just like that (not quite just like that), here I was, sat in my own office in my own home (that I have a mortgage on) and was about to deliver online coaching to my group of clients, with my beautiful plants shimmering in the background. So yes some might call it stupid, I even had doubts myself,
but I have decided to call it bravery and dedication . Dedication and relentlessness to my cause which is that of personal development and a happy life not just for me but for as many people as possible. All this started when I addressed my habits with alcohol; when I realised that I was unhappy and when unhappy I drank wine . Drinking 1-2-3 bottles of wine no longer has a space in my life. I almost can’t believe that I did that. I feel like it was a different person I can no longer associate with myself. I have memories of sitting next to my husband totally numb, wishing I was anywhere but where I was. If I wasn’t feeling numb, I was unhappy. Aside from my kids and my own family, the life I thought I had built myself was by all accounts a sham. And yet here I am now, feeling happy, excited about new adventures and helping other people to change their lives too.
It’s Sunday night and I have been lugging washing machines and furniture around for the past two days after moving into our new home, with a mortgage, I might add. And I am feeling apprehensive and worried that I’ve taken on too much. The first session of my twelve-week Life Coaching Group was due to start tonight and if ever there was a time when I really should have planned it better this was it. A 4mgb internet speed and the look and feel of horror all over my face, wondering if the session will just end up being an absolute flop with the very basic lack of internet being the main cause of death. I was doubtful for more than just a few moments. It wasn’t. It worked out it. It was strange but great. The sea of faces looking to me for some guidance was daunting at first but as it went on I stood in my own, unapologetic light. I later reflected on how much I had committed myself to, the following day I was transferring to the psychology team in the hospital and it was at that moment I realised just how many times in my life I have taken on so many big challenges, often without the bat of an eyelid. I had mainly pulled them off but wondered whether I was actually normal. I’m still not sure of the answer to that! The difference
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