Well, this is probably the first—and last—time I use a football metaphor, so enjoy it while you've got it!
(I don't know one end of a football from the other; I'm more of a muppet than a man, I guess 🤷🏻♂️😆)
But one of my clients came up with it and it's so good, you've GOT to hear it.
A bit of background (shared with permission). A high-flying professional. Successful. Top of his game. Beautiful family. All the trappings. World at his feet. Wonderful.
But busy. Unfulfilled. Disillusioned. Burnt out. Unhappy.
Also, anxious. Stuck. Desperate. Crippled with self-doubt and—crucially—crippled by actual physical pain. Lots of pain. Unexplained pain. Endlessly investigated pain. Heavily medicated pain. Pain in the starring role.
In the bravest move of his life to date, he contacted me, out of the blue. He'd read enough here and watched enough of my little videos to know it was time.
In other words, he'd clocked that there was another way. He'd got a sniff of change being possible. He became curious. And that's really all that's ever required. (It's what I call the FOUNDATIONS.)
“Giles. I don't fully understand all that stuff you talk about, but I've got this feeling you might be able to help me. What d'you reckon?”
We started work together, making our way gently through the MECHANICS of how our minds work—his, mine, yours, everyone's—and with love and understanding and many questions, and quite a few long silences he started to see things differently.
A few sessions in, between appointments, I got The Text: