When I left my job three years ago and started my journey to train as a Life Coach, I felt such relief. I had spent so long in support roles, as a mother, as an employee, that when those chapters began to shift, I realised I wanted something for me. I now had no purpose – there was nothing I brought to the world; I had somehow winged it, that’s what I thought! I wanted to do more with my life.
So that relief was tangible – that I could actually direct my life into helping people – really helping – and that felt great, a real purpose. I invested everything — time, money, energy, and emotion, and the excitement began to grow. But…when I began practice coaching, I hit a wall: I couldn’t just “hold space” for people. I wanted to fix them.
And to be honest, I didn’t even know what “holding space” really meant.
At mid-forties, I anxiously thought: What’s wrong with me? Why can they do it and I can’t?
That question sent me down my own journey of self-discovery…..
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