Would you like to think that something you did today made the world a better place? Even though you are at home in your slippers and yoga pants, all by yourself, do you long to feel significant? Maybe it’s your whole career that you feel needs some sort of major upgrade so that you can feel you left a legacy that was worth all your years…
Are you beating yourself up because, once again, you have done something you vowed not to do? Maybe it’s getting so exhausted with work that you got sick the moment you took time off. Maybe you said yes to a request when you know that for your sanity you should have said no. Or perhaps you got all snippety and cross with that truly annoying…
The electric warning systems on my car have gone a bit bonkers. The parking sensors beep even when there is nothing but dust motes within two feet of the bumper. Random messages pop up telling me that my tyres have dangerously low pressure. At first I kept getting out of the car to check for unseen two year olds or wounded pheasants on the road….
A tale from the Court of Protection reminds us why it is important as professionals to be kind to ourselves.
The statement in my inbox held no punches. The woman who wrote it told me she was ‘struggling’, that her ‘mental health was spiralling out of control’ that she ‘lived a daily nightmare’. As a Family Law practitioner, I am sadly used to tales like this. What I am not used to is these stories not being about the clients of lawyers but about the barristers…
Is there something that you want to change in your life? Have you been trying to change it for a while but it’s just not happening for you? Maybe it’s a self -destructive habit like always leaving your work to the last minute so you end up burning the midnight oil and turning up to work the next day sleep deprived and cranky. Or perhaps…
A few months ago I was at my desk writing a to-do list for the launch of my new coaching practice and I could hear the chirruping voice of my Inner Critic. It sat on my shoulder, like a pirate’s parrot, repeating over and overNot ready! Not ready! Not ready! I was about to leave the judiciary and start a new career and it felt…
My Dad is a fell walker. On childhood holidays in the Lake District he used to make me join him. We would slog up steep mountain crags, him revelling in the view, me trailing behind, looking at my feet and moaning. I was a reader. I wanted to be at the bottom in a deckchair with a good book. To encourage me he would always…
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