When someone pulls up a chair to sit with you.

 Joy seems to have drained from me. This blog has always been about honestly living it. It has 

been one which seems to have had one challenge after another. Slowly I am coming back.

I have quite often looked at this page and I had no idea where to begin. Tonight things began to

flow again. This has not happened for a long time.

Sometimes you need someone to slightly force your hand to get you to shift and move.

Asking for help has never really been my forte.

Trusting someone with the deep stuff is hard.

 As a sole trader, I tend to try to keep going. Until the wheel's fall off.

Deep survival mode.

“Do less” sounds easy. In fact it sounds blissful.

The practicalities of that are not so easy.

 After a hellish experience, it  was exciting to start a new course. As soon as I 

stepped in the room and fear gripped me. 

The spasms in my chest that made me hurt for weeks, I thought what on earth am I doing.

The start of the course did not go as expected and quickly I was grappling to survive again.

Some raised eyebrows. Some even said do you never learn, are you never 

content... accept your lot.

Some that are “close”. I thought “maybe they are all right”. I asked my husband should

I give up?

I looked across at him and he said – Not yet... Not yet.

 You only need one (or two) to stand beside you to let you properly

 inhale again and regain strength.

I am not saying it will be easy or I will get through it but I am not giving up yet.

I hope to repay the favour one day.

Sometimes you need someone to get in the boat with you and help you

navigate the rough areas.

I you just need someone to pull up a chair and sit with you as you navigate through the storm.

You know who you are... Thank you.