September to the end of December is a great time to assess your life, regroup and make a plan of attack in order to achieve what you want before the end of the year. There is nothing better than pulling out a success in the last few months of the year to end 2012 on a high.
My husband and I just returned from five glorious days in Bermuda. All we did was sleep, eat, lounge by the pool, nap (him), and spa (me). We just luxuriated in the self-centeredness of being childless for an entire work-week.
It's actually guaranteed that you will fail at some point while pursuing a dream in your life. But when you fail, will you misunderstand its lessons like most people usually do? Or will you relate powerfully to your failures?
If we believe we are here to improve the journey of our soul, we are charged with making the best choices to perpetually evolve to a higher good. We study, we go to therapy, we develop a spiritual practice and we try to do the right thing. The unfortunate part is that we are human.
Starting a new health and fitness regime, changing careers or simply dealing with the challenges thrown up in day-to-day life can be daunting and intimidating. Learning to coach yourself through situations like this is possible.
Once I got up off the floor and the shock subsided, and I finally stopped feeling like a victimized, washed-up old troll...I realized [my layoff] gave me the gift of liberation: the golden opportunity to create a life I love. A life fully expressed.
In the beginning, we naturally make the partnership "senior" to our individual desires. It seems cruel that this stage doesn't "naturally" last. The truth is, even in the best, most romantic couples, it really doesn't.
In my work as life coach, my clients often complain that people in their lives are always trying to "fix" them. While these "Fixers" may be well meaning, sometimes their reliance on fixing other people's problems to bolster their own self-worth and identity.
I believe I can take the mountain ranges of life and reduce them to manageable piles the size of ant hills. Or, to put it another way, I think I can tailor life's moo-moo into the pocket-hanky of a Snotgurggle.