Think. Believe. Change
Wherever you are is the perfect place to begin… I love that. I love the thought that you don’t have to wait to be slimmer, older, more qualified…now is the time to take the first step to wherever you want to go. So often we spend our lives waiting…waiting to be a little bit more Continue reading
Exam Nerves This year is a big year in our house. Both my sons are sitting exams… GCSEs and A Levels….. and they both have very different approaches to those exams. My eldest son is so laid back about them that he is practically horizontal. He has inherited my somewhat odd enjoyment of the formal Continue reading
“We are all fellow strugglers…” said Trevor Silvester, on the first day of my Cognitive Hypnotherapy course at the Quest Institute. Its a phrase that has come to resonate with me over time. On that day I had been sitting listening to Trevor speak and he was constantly interrupted by fellow students. He answered all Continue reading
Busy, busy, busy… The world seems so busy these days… don’t you think? We all rush from here to there, from there to here, working, striving, rushing…trying to reach that place where everything will be alright… We are like worker bees, relentlessly searching for the perfect source of nectar. So many of us, even in our Continue reading
Feeling Blue I felt rubbish at the weekend… You know those days when you just lose your mojo and end up moping about feeling sorry for yourself? Do you get those days? Well, I certainly do. They don’t happen too often, luckily enough, but when they do I just try to tell myself to tread Continue reading
Feeling Lucky I went for a run yesterday. I am not a natural runner, lacking somewhat in the lean, long legged department. However, I am determined. I am also lucky… Yesterday I was lucky because a friend posted about an app on Facebook that promised to take me from “Couch Potato to 5k” in 8 Continue reading
How to set an anchor… or create a magic time portal to your emotions. Confidence is an elusive thing….. I was ironing a shirt a year or so ago. An unusual occurrence itself in my house. I hate ironing. The thing was though… all of a sudden the smell of the iron smoothing through the clean cotton brought my father Continue reading