As I mentioned in last week’s entry, The Very Thing I Feared Brought Me Fully Here, a lot has been spinning around in my head and heart lately. A creative restlessness. A knowing that something wants to shift. And a mind that keeps throwing cold water on the whole beautiful mess of it.
I’ve been journaling about it. Talking to my nearest and dearest and giving what emotions and feelings that want to surface their day in the sun. And still, some days- now most days- I feel this creeping impatience with the feelings that keep coming up. As though inspiration is knocking at the door, and my very competent, very well-meaning ego is standing guard, arms crossed, saying, not so fast.
I know this pattern. I’ve lived it before. Everything in me says: Come on, take a chance, you can do this, and then the logical mind steps in like a big wet blanket and quietly puts out the fire.
Here’s the part that made me laugh, and then made me sit with some real humility: I am a life coach. I recognize exactly what’s happening. And yet, when I turn that gaze on my own life, my perspective is remarkably small. We really can’t see our own picture from inside the frame.
So last month, I did something about it. I found a coach and committed time and resources to forging a clearer path forward. I’ve had four sessions now, and already the pent-up frustration is giving way to new ways of thinking and feeling. It was almost as though the moment I decided to reach for support, things began to shift.
It reminded me of why I do this work.
Years ago, I was carrying extreme loss and behavioral patterns that were quietly sabotaging my life in ways I couldn’t yet see clearly. Therapy gave me the foundation — a language for what I was carrying, the beginning of real healing. And then coaching gave me something different. Not looking backward, but a turning toward. A question asked gently, again and again: What do you want? What’s in the way? What’s the next courageous step?
That’s still the question I bring to the women I work with. And sitting in the other chair this past month has reminded me how much courage it takes to answer it honestly.
If any of this feels familiar, that restless, reaching, something-has-to-change feeling – I want you to know I have six spots open for private coaching this season. Four months, just us, working together. We’ll use the nervous system as our foundation, because the body almost always knows what the mind is still arguing about. We’ll slow down enough to hear what’s actually asking for your attention. And we’ll build a path toward it, one honest conversation at a time.
If you’d like to explore whether this might be right for you, you’re welcome to reach me at Sarah@SarahBrassard.com. No pressure — only an open door.
Always in your corner, Sarah
