To be fair, I had no idea what a life coach was up until my 32nd birthday. I’d heard the term bounced around a few times at some of the yoga retreats I’d attended but didn’t give it a second thought. That was until I was at a crossroads in my life where I felt completely paralysed, having to make a decision that I knew would change my life, forever.

 

I yearned for a life where I felt seen, valued and cherished. I woke up one day and completely dropped the biggest bomb on my life, the make-up of my whole life changed in that moment. In those initial minutes I felt so raw and scared at what my future would look like.

 

However, I also had this deep sense of knowing that there must be more to life than the mundaneness of waking up and doing the same shit, having the same arguments, having the same routines and then thinking that something was going to change. 

 

Thinking everything I truly wanted was just going to happen without me ever having to do anything differently, that it was all just going to land in my lap. This led me to think ‘fuck it’, I was only getting one life and I truly wanted to live mine to the fullest. 

 

Cue the bomb drop and all the feelings that go with that: sadness at the love I had lost and all the tears that goes along with that; anxiety; confusion on what to do next; questioning whether I had made the right decision? desperation, the need to feel loved and heard; feelings of been scared and confused but also in amongst all of that a tiny glimmer of hope that I believed everything was going to work out.