I was recently asked if I remembered my first client. “Of course, I do” I thought to myself. This was my immediate response. In my mind’s eye I pictured her, our sessions together...and then the question, do you remember your first client played in my head again. And then it hit me, my first client was...me.
Indeed I was. I didn’t know this at the time and I actually never realized it until I was asked the question. Smart clever lady. She knew, what I wasn’t able to see yet.
I go back to May 2014 when the world as I knew it was turned upside down. I was sick, so so sick. Yes, sick with Lyme disease, but more than that. My whole being was sick, my mind, body and spirit. I was in crisis.
For a while, I was a passenger on the “how and why is this happening to me train.” I let my anger consume me for a time. I felt hopeless and powerless. Just as so many women do when they first come to work with me.
I don’t remember the exact day, but I can still conjure up the feelings and emotions of when I decided that my illness was not going to take me down. It was not going to define me. That the go, go, go, ‘running on empty’ life needed to change. What was happening to me was an opportunity for me to learn, grown, dig deep, get fucking uncomfortable and examine all areas of my life. An invitation to make some big changes, an invitation which I gladly accepted.
I did not know then that I was my first client. All I knew was that it was going to take more than a pill, tincture, some energy work, my essential oils or doctor (yes, they were all very much a part of my healing process) to help me get better.
And so it began. Small steps and actions in my daily routines. Sometimes so painstakingly small, my patience or lack thereof got the best of me. But nonetheless, I stayed the course. Shifts in my mindset, developing tools and strategies to aid me. Learning new things, educating myself. Nourishing myself, my whole self: mind, body and spirit. All of these things combined were helping me, changing me, bringing me back to life.
I was a passenger on a new train now, and in many ways, I think I will always be. With stops along the way of course. The difference is that they are stops of my choosing and then full steam ahead!
It wasn’t easy, not at all. There is no quick fix. No magic pill. This is what I tell my clients. I can’t do the work for them. You have to be committed to taking steps towards the changes you are seeking. You have to truly want this for yourself.
Perhaps you are not suffering from the same illness as I was, but living with some other chronic condition. Or maybe you have no illness at all, and you are just tired, tapped out, no gas left in the tank, you are running on fumes, no sense of self, forgotten who you are and how to love and take care of yourself. Sound familiar? I have experienced what you are experiencing. I feel you, sister. I have been there.
I didn’t realize what I was doing back when I decided to turn things around. When I in a sense became my own healer. I got pretty far on my own, but I reached a point where I needed to call in some help. Help outside of my family and friends.
So, I hired a coach.
I have learned so much on this journey of mine. One take-away is to ask for help. Invest in the help you need. Invest in you. It’s the best gift I ever gave myself. I am now living a life I could never have imagined for myself. It’s not all sunshine + rainbows. We are talking real life here, people. Shit happens, life happens. The difference now is the freaking amazing toolbox I have to help me along the way.
So, the next time I am asked the question “do you remember your first client?” Hell yes I do, that would be me! I am a success story. I am proud to make that statement. It feels so damn good.
I did it and so can you, that is if you want to. If you really, really want to. Are you ready to turn things around? Would you like a toolbox of your own? Everyone’s is different. I’ve got you girl, every step of the way. Take one step towards reclaiming your health, your life, YOU.
Let’s have a little chat.