Years ago, a thoughtful manager of mine introduced me to the power of self-compassion.
She wrote “be gentle on your soul” inside a beautiful journal she’d given me as a going away gift.
I was leaving my job to move across the world, in hopes of starting a new life in Scotland.
I was young and full of hope.
Both excited and nervous about taking such a huge leap of f aith, into the unknown.
I’ve never forgotten how good it felt to open the cove r of that journal, and read her words for the very first time.
Be gentle on your soul.
I loved the way those words sounded.
They resonated deep within me.
And gave me the permission, I unknowingly craved, to treat myself more kindly. As I took risks, and moved forward into the uncharted territory of my life.
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For over a year now I’ve had a burning desire to post videos on social media. I’ve always enjoyed being in front of an audience, so it’s no big surprise.
is surprising (at least to me) is that I wasn’t making it happen.
No matter how much I wanted to, I just couldn’t take any action.
I felt frustrated and stuck.
I was paralyzed with fear. Of putting myself out there.
Every time I got close to posting something I’d think: “don’t be ridiculous, who the heck is going to watch
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Over the past few months I’ve been wrestling with the question of “who am I?”
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.
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I have a confession to make.
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.
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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.
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.
Ever struggled with the winter blues?
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.
Believe me, no one is more surprised than I am by the joy I’ve gotten from blogging.
I started not long ago in response to a challenge from a coaching friend of mine. I happened to mention to her in passing that I’d been playing with the idea of blogging for years. The next thing I knew, in classic coaching style, she was holding me accountable for posting my very that same week. first blog
I was terrified at first. But up for the challenge. Because let’s get real, I knew deep down inside of me there was a writer dying to get out.
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I’ve never been one for making New Year’s resolutions.
Somehow they’ve always felt forced and hollow.
With no real joy attached.
So last week, when a friend sent me a New Year’s Eve meditation I was momentarily skeptical. This better not be about resolutions, I grumbled to myself.
But I was pleasantly surprised.
The goal of the meditation was to come up with a word that would guide me through the new year.
Yes! A word. I loved this idea.
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