inner voice

Follow your inner “ding”

Over the past few months I’ve been wrestling with the question of “who am I?”

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I suppose this shouldn’t surprise me.

I’ve struggled with this question many times before.

And even wrote a blog about it awhile back called: Am I this? Or am I that?

So just when I thought I’d made peace with it…I realized I hadn’t.

I was back in my old black and white thinking.

Trying to define myself as either one thing or another.

Are you a bookkeeper or a coach?

Come on, which is it, Kerry?!

The reality is I’m both.

Don’t hide your inner light!

I have a confession to make. I’ve been hiding my inner light.

I haven’t written a blog in 12 whole months. 

And I’ve felt very conflicted about it.

On one hand, I’ve had plenty to say and have started many drafts.

On the other hand, I’ve been severely lacking in follow through.

And that’s just plain sucked.

Many times I’ve asked myself why I’ve stopped writing my blog.

And I’ve come up with all sorts of answers.

Or perhaps they were just excuses…?

Clarity comes in its own time

I’ll admit it. I’m not a very patient person at times. In my defense, I come by it honestly. It’s in my Scottish no-nonsense genes.

So a few weeks ago, when I struggled to get clear on my next steps in business (and in life) I was feeling pretty aggravated. 

I kept thinking…

Come on clarity, hurry up! Show me what’s next.

But clarity was not listening.

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And that really annoyed me.

Because I’m usually fairly intuitive. And as long as I’m paying attention, my inner GPS usually guides me quickly to my next right step. 

So having to wait for my intuition to speak up was kind of new for me. Feeling like I was suddenly out of touch with it altogether was a whole new ball game.

I felt stuck.

Finding little hits of joy

Ever struggled with the winter blues?

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And felt like the long, dark days were closing in on you?

If so, you’re not alone.

I live in Vancouver, and while we don’t get a lot of snow in the winter, we do get our fair share of cold, grey, rainy days.

Every January or February I get hit by the winter doldrums. And my mood begins to feel as grey as our weather.

I want to climb under a big, warm comforter. And stay there.

Forever.