But all that glittered was most definitely not gold, and I was crumbling beneath the pinstripes. My career no longer filled me up, I’d been promoted away from everything I enjoyed doing, I was constantly tired, frequently ill and surviving day-to-day on anti-depressants and walking on sticks while the specialists decided whether my knees were beyond saving.
In 2006, I hit a time I now lovingly refer to as my eight weeks of hell – it was a period that was to change my life!
In that small space of time, my uncle died, my father died, my parents’ home was broken into on the one night I went away for business, the financial safety net I thought I could rely on disappeared, a very close family member was diagnosed with a degenerative health condition and my partner was made redundant. At an all-time-low, buried memories from the abuse came flooding back to haunt me – old wounds I thought I’d dealt with reopened and dragged me down even further. At the end of those eight weeks, when I found myself hugging my knees to my chest, crying and hiding beneath my mother’s dining room table, I realised something had to give – and that something could absolutely not be me!
That realisation triggered my rebirth – my reinvention – my rebuilding from the ground up.
I spent four more years hiding behind my job. In retrospect, it’s plain to see that I was going through a breakdown and getting through each day by retreating so deeply inside myself that the outside world saw only a flesh-covered robot. I was just going through the motions by day and falling to pieces each night. It’s no wonder the support was lacking when I longed for it from my professional peers, or why I felt rebuffed by my fellow managers when I admitted to being on anti-depressants – they saw a high-functioning, well turned-out machine, and the idea of there being suffering beneath that polished exterior just didn’t make sense. It was the same pattern I’d created when I’d been in that abusive relationship; I hadn’t told anyone what was happening behind closed doors, and I’d made damn sure the exterior was gleaming.
Why is this important? Why am I choosing to share this with you?
Because, these days, I’m all about authenticity and, more so, I’m all about finding the positives from the most challenging experiences and using them to power into the future. More so, I want to make sure you’re on the right path – one that fills you up and makes you eager to greet each new day, and if that doesn’t sound like the life you have now, I want to help you create that AND develop the message and presence to ensure you can make a good living doing the work you were put here to do.
The great news is that you don’t need to do all that.
You don’t need to wait for that breakdown to hit before switching direction. You don’t need to stumble through all those holes in the road. You don’t need to spend a decade studying change programmes in order to create the success, confidence and happiness you deserve, because I’ve done it for you. That means you can skip the middle man and work directly with me to create the life you want to live.
I can’t stand BS. I abhor this new-world concept of ‘life coaches’ who pedal a set of learned tools without ever experiencing challenges of their own to draw from. And my heart sinks when I go to a seminar or event promising transformation, only to be fed teasers and then a promise of more only if we sign up to the next high-cost package at the back of the room.
Here’s my promise to you: with me, what you see is what you get AND I have used everything I pass onto you to rebuild and reshape my own life and begin to manifest and create a future full of positive outcomes, self-belief and authenticity.
Authenticity… that’s one of those words so many are trying desperately to turn into a cliché, isn’t it? Maybe, instead of being carried along on the tide of cynicism, we need to look at why that is. Authenticity is at the core of everything I do – and I believe that should be at the heart of ANY business in today’s world.