An entrepreneur and a kickass consultant and designer, we were half way through our coaching session as she sat with her head tilted and a half frown on her face.
Most of us have had mornings in our lives when the light streams in along with the alcohol soaked snippets that come relentlessly careening into our mind’s eye from the previous night’s (mis)adventures. Flickering in sharp, quick moments almost like an old school home movie that has a break in the film. Repeating itself until you’re sick with the wondering of exactly what happened.
I can remember specific moments in life when I was faced with the certainty I was letting myself down. More powerful than being told as a child, “I’m disappointed in you,” the letting down of myself was a sharp gut punch. I’ve found the hurt from the self-inflicted injury lingers until you do something about it. Or bury it deep until it pops up years later with vengeance.
