How to be a Fear Freedom Fighter!

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‘Feel the fear and do it anyway’ … right?

… If you’re brave enough, strong enough, desperate enough, then perhaps.

But what if the consequences of ‘doing it anyway’ seem so insurmountable that it’s like asking you to pop on your walking boots and climb to Everest base camp, better still the summit.
For those who say ‘it’ll be fine’ or ‘just do it’ or ‘what have you got to lose’ have never walked your path, worn your shoes or if they have, they’re using their own cognitive processes to rationalise it. 

My mantra used to be, and still is to an extent, ‘Just do it!’ – Nikes tag line. For me it was a great motivator in many aspects of my life … ‘should I’, ‘shouldn’t I’ scenarios where often categorically concluded with the ‘Just do it’ voice in my head. But that was when the agonizing was over stuff that wasn’t defined as life changing or significantly pain staking in any way.

A client of mine has just ‘felt the fear and done it anyway’. A big, fat, scary fear with significant consequences and possible far reaching effects … I’m very proud of that person. Fear represents a wide range of emotional issues. They themselves didn’t define it as fear, they saw it as an infliction on another, a compassionate curbing on consequences yet it still came down to fear. Fear of hurting another, fear of insecurity … fear of the unknown and fear of losing control. Continue reading

The roar of the primal pack …

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I’m currently en route to Surrey for the Easter weekend to spend some quality time with family. A time to relax and laugh. I take in some deep breaths as my shoulders drop and my mind wanders wistfully into the surrounding countryside …

Now my children are a little older and less dependant, long journeys can be a opportunity to process a mental back log of thoughts, emotions and all the associated information that comes with them.

This week has been a most challenging week, challenges which will not conclude because it’s Friday or the Easter Weekend.

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Feeling a little confused? Try 7 STEPS to Successful Meditation …

I’ve had some ‘head versus heart’ stuff going on recently. A conversation that I almost don’t feel quite part of yet caught in the middle of. The quiet, unassuming wisdom of my heart versus the forthright and determined tantrum of my head. Presently I feel like a back seat driver, passively mediating a conversation between the two and allowing each their full expression before I cast the final call.

My heart is the passively assertive director nudging its way into my world. I am aware that it will take no prisoners should it not be heard. My head however will scream and shout and tell the internal world that it’s ‘this way or the highway’.

At the moment I’m not sure how to mediate a resolution between the two but I do know that they each have viable requirements. I trust my heart, it’s voice, it’s wisdom and sincerity in that it always knows what right for me. My head is a little less reliable but always comes up with a good argument for the defence! It’s just that right now I’m unsure of the compromise to be made and neither want to back down.

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So I’m bringing my recently lapsed meditation practise back in to the game with a disciplined attendance. I am hoping that amongst the quiet yet assertive echoes of my heart and the dogmatic and formidable force of my head, I may just come up with a solution!

Often when I am facing a minor indecision or a need to become clear on something, I sit quiet, push the issue to one side and focus on my body. I get centred, I concentrate on my breathing and I become mindful. I stay with this for about 10 minutes. When I return to my issue, 8 times out of 10 the answer is clear.

I’ve been teaching and guiding people through the practise of meditation and deep relaxation for a few years now which prompted my development into Hypnotherapy.
One thing people often say in the beginning is ‘I don’t know where to start’, ‘It’s so hard’ or ‘I just can’t do it!’. If you’ve been busy or had a stimulating day, then you’re going to be hard pushed to sit down at the end of it and physically or mentally just ‘let go’. You’ve got to come off the boil – simmer down, collect your thoughts then centre and focus. That takes time, commitment and lots of discipline!

The greatest pitfall in establishing an effective meditation practice, especially in the early stages is not understanding or appreciating that it is a DISCIPLINE.

Discipline as defined by the Oxford dictionary – ‘training that produces orderliness, obedience, self control …’

That just about sums it up!

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There’s a mess in my head!

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“My head’s a mess! I don’t know where to go from here. I’m so confused!”

These are familiar scenarios in my sessions with new clients – all ages, walks of life, various limiting beliefs and even sky high with confidence …

We all know that ‘heart v head’ scenario; we’ve all had it going on at some point in our lives …

“I don’t know what to do?!”

There’s two voices going on inside of you simultaneously. One that says it’s excited, eager, willing and able … then there’s the other, often louder saying “Umm, not sure … what if I fail … don’t think I’m good enough …“

All those ‘ho hums’ of indecision, fear and inadequacy steam through our heads like a freight train. Our subconscious mind is running a programme that we don’t even know exists.

Our heart tends to know what’s right for us. The energy of the heart is that which gets you excited, enthused and inspired. The heart also has an electromagnetic energy field greater than our brainwave activity. It can reach out several feet, process information and communicate with others without us even realising. It’s like a super charged antennae within and around us!

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“The Heart has a knowledge which the mind is not acquainted.”

Descartes – French Philosopher

It’s the heart that can give us an energetic response to our actions and act as a very effective barometer.

If we rely solely on the activity of our minds and our thinking, then it’s easy to go down a track which isn’t necessarily the right track for us at any given time.

This is where much of the confusion and fear in us arises because we don’t trust our radar. How can we, we’re here in this mess?

So why do our heads get us in such turmoil?

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Me, the dog and a bacon sarnie!

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I’m sitting in the garden on the most glorious of winter mornings. The sun is warming my face from a clear blue sky. A thick hoarfrost is slowly creeping away from the fence line as the sun’s rays meet the ground. A transpirational mist is ascending across the lawn.

I have the dog at my feet, coffee in hand and bacon s’wich by my side. As I raise my face up to the sun and close my eyes, all is well in my world and I am happy!

The dog then tries to pinch my bacon, the coffee cup’s a gonna and all hell breaks loose; in that fleeting moment my peace is shattered and my acquisition of happiness gone … ! We’d already had words earlier about my need for a little personal space, he is however ever loving and ever faithful but ever PRESENT around my legs and my food!

His happiness comes from sticks, bones, food and being with his humans. I see him most happy when we’ve been separated for more than 30 mins! In my conversation with him earlier I’d explained my need for him to stop following me, go away and perhaps lie down or go outside, his face fell. Those big puppy dog eyes drooped, his tail dropped and head hung low – my guilt gave him a big hug and he was happy again.

Is he a happy dog? Most definitely! Is he happy all the time, certainly not, but he can ping back into happiness at the drop of a hat. He’s a smiler, big time and it’s lovely to see him greeting anyone and everyone with that big toothy grin. Are all dogs like this? No they are not.

So, is happiness nature or nurture and what exactly does ‘HAPPY’ mean anyway??

Seriously I’m asking you … ‘What does happiness mean … to you?’

For some it’s a long term aspiration – ‘I just want to be happy’ an easily achievable goal and not too much to ask yet often quietly elusive. For others their happiness lies in the ‘moment’, that mindful appreciation of a bacon sarnie in the sun WITHOUT a dog by your side!

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I used to be scared of the dark.

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I used to be scared of the dark, in fact I used to be scared of many things … fear ruled my life.

I wasn’t fearful of daredevil stuff like sky diving … I still am, but that wasn’t it. I was fearful of facing ‘my fears’ or fearful of accepting my fears.

I had a strong sense of inadequacy until I turned thirty. It wasn’t my capabilities that were inadequate but me, as a person. I considered myself a shy, sensitive child until I hit my mid teens, then I got tough – but only on the outside!

I wasn’t going to let anyone see that vulnerability; that sensitivity that had got me pushed around, had lost me friends and didn’t know how to say NO.

Little things became big issues as I got older … going into the sea, driving distances on my own, sleeping in the dark … showing the real me, and hiding my vulnerability. I was fearful of life but I was also fearful of my fears and I hated me for feeling so debilitated by my limitations. My life became defined by my fears yet I pushed myself too far in other areas in order to over compensate for these inadequacies and ‘prove’ myself. This meant that no one could see or say that I was weak or fearful or that I lacked confidence. In doing this I was crippling myself.

I’ve wondered about the nature v nurture of these fears and whether my sensitivity made the little things seem so incredibly large? My life story doesn’t matter, my childhood irrelevant, I see the ‘story’ as a way to justify the behaviour and that’s unnecessary. I see my story as my script for life where I now choose to write the ending however I please.
The self-protection I placed around myself to hide my vulnerability means that no one saw the real me. They saw my select, modified version of what I wanted them to see, how I wanted to be perceived.

I thought I could stop myself from being hurt – it didn’t work. Now that I’ve reached my 40’s and looked into the deep recesses of my soul, I can see how much time I’ve spent working to un-do all the self-protection I’d put in place. I now see how hard it’s been to realise, understand and accept this about myself and how hard it’s been to let people see me vulnerable and needy.

I’d told myself that to be vulnerable is to be weak. When I was vulnerable people preyed on it; I know now that it’s because I’d allowed it. I’d accepted myself as nothing less than weak, needy and vulnerable and that’s the message I put out to the world. I didn’t help myself in the process, I was still all those things inside it’s just that I wouldn’t let people see it in me – until I decided to change it.

This façade of strength and capability created my self protection. It also meant I couldn’t be a true expression of Me. I was a lie; a lie I didn’t know how to get out of. How do you say to someone ‘the person you think I am, actually isn’t me at all. It’s a modified version which I’ve engineered to become untouchable’. I became tired of being the person people thought they knew instead of the person I knew myself to be. There were expectations of mental and emotional strength beyond my capacity. People became too dependent on my capabilities and that resulted in too much internal pressure … basically I tried to do it all, be it all and for everyone and the person suffering the most was me.

Life then threw me some BIG challenges and I became angry, at EVERYTHING … life, family, the Universe … GOD. I didn’t see the source of it, I thought it was everyone else, their limitations, their lack of capability and support for me – how could they ALL be so unsupportive and inconsiderate? Maybe in some ways they were but I had both allowed and encouraged it!

This actually was just a deflection again of my vulnerability, a way of not looking inwards or having to be needy … I was needy! I needed help, I needed support, WHY couldn’t those around me see it? Because I wouldn’t allow it, hadn’t ever allowed it in my adult years. I had kept myself closed, self-protected (supposedly) and completely self-reliant. Instead, I ‘Self’ combusted into a rage against the machine of life!

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Do I need a prescription with that? (the wine lovers guide to moderation)

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As I pack up my bags at the office, a quick look at my watch tells me its late; it’s been a long day but it’s been a good day  …

Lovely sessions with great clients, positive results and amazing progress.

I take a minute to reflect on how much satisfaction I get from the work I do.

I’m feeling good and I also realise I’m cream crackered!

My mind wanders to dinner and I throw around the options of the fridge contents into possible scenarios of speed, satiation and what needs using up. I then remember it’s taken care of this evening by hubby … good stuff. My contribution – wine.

It’s a couple of weeks into January and although I don’t do the ‘drink detox’ just hours into the New Year, I have the intention of reducing my quaffing quite considerably. In a house with both adults thoroughly enjoying the red stuff … and white for that matter, it can be quite a challenge to get both of us in the right frame of mind on exactly the same day.

It usually ends up with me instructing “no wine for me this week!”. By Wednesday hubby is throwing the idea of a bottle of fizz into the ‘will she, won’t she’ scenario and testing my resolve!

Generally, it breaks on Thursdays which is a day I work long and late hours. By then hubby is over his midweek hump and isn’t so bothered. It’s a pattern that’s been going on for some years now.

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Are you wearing the right shoes …?

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I’m sharing this with you today because it feels so relevant …

… and the video at the end is a beautiful and stark depiction of how so many of us feel in our lives right now … pressured!

We feel pressure to be remarkable, to do everything, to give our all, to have it all … yet also to be strong and capable and knowing.

No longer does it feel OK to just ‘be’ in this world. There are ambitions, goals, comparisons, and objectives … Home, work, family, relationships – a right and a wrong way to have them. Measured by so many that know so little.

If we are not achieving we are relinquishing – relinquishing our responsibilites, capabilities, gifts, strengths and desires. We feel that we are opting out and not grasping at the elixir of life if we dare to step away from the threshold of what modern society offers.

Society however appears to have become a dictatorship – clinical in its mood and sterile its tone; we as a culture have become responsive to its call.

Life has become more competitive as we each feel a need to justify our seat in the arena of achievement. Yet the juxta pose of this becomes ‘Who am I to …’, a prefix of so much of our daily thinking … ‘go part time, follow my dreams, leave this relationship, change my career, tell my children ‘NO’ … wear that dress’ … etc etc.

Who are we to sit back and just be content in all that today has to offer?

Yet today offers us pressure. If we can project forward to the ‘What if’s’ or even backwards in time, we allow oursleves an alternate reality, one that isn’t here and that isn’t now. We can create a scene or situation that’s more appealing, beautiful and fulfilling … a place without stress or pressure. A place to wish, hope, believe and dream …

Generally speaking, we are not content in what today is offering or tomorrow or next week either. Why? Because we are living as society dictates, in a ‘one shoe fits all’ life that doesn’t represent us as individuals or our own unique abilities. I feel modern, state education is beginning to reflect this now more than ever. It proves very difficult to follow your own tributary to the source of all happiness!

So what is the Source of all happiness?

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“I am strong, I am invincible …” and I’m tired!

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Its 9 pm and my bum’s just hitting the sofa …

I catch a sideways glance at the mountainous ironing pile on my way down … the dog needs a quick scoot around the block; ½ the kids are in bed and I’m working out what I need to sort and get ready for the next day … In the back of my mind I’m also aware that there aren’t enough horizontal lines drawn through the ‘to do’ list floating around on the kitchen counter…

In that moment I wonder whether it’s being self-employed, a mum, working almost full time … or probably rotten time management (says my hubby) which keeps me feeling like I’m in a never ending cycle of ‘doing’. I think it’s probably all four!

My inbox and facebook feed is filled with women ‘entreprenuers’ telling me how they are successfully running their million dollar business, whilst jetting around the world. They promise they have the ‘perfect’ work life balance in which to ‘do it ALL and therefore SO CAN I!’ – I hear ‘bollocks’ coming out of my mouth as I read …

THAT ‘to do’ list, amongst others isn’t getting any smaller and the same old stuff just keeps getting recycled onto newer, tidier and more ‘organised’ lists!
In a bid to settle this ‘I am doing but not getting done’ scenario in my mind, I sat down one morning and asked myself ‘Just what, exactly am I doing with my time?’

So, in a bid to find some answers, I asked myself some more questions.

These were:

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Change is difficult, isn’t it?

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Not too recently I worked with a client whom I shall call ‘Fred’ for the purposes of this story. Fred needed to be able to cope with his life – Fred, by anyone’s admission had, and was having a pretty rough trot of life.

He wasn’t coping at all and had spiralled into a long term cycle of negative self-talk which he ran on a continual loop. This internal dialogue consisted of … ‘what if’s’, ‘what hasn’t been’ and the ‘what will never be’; he was choking himself with a destructive pattern of anti-depressants, sleeping pills, alcohol, and a deep rooted victim mentality for well over 30 yrs.

By his own admission, he NEVER relaxed, never emptied off or released his stress and spent his waking time distracting himself with everything he couldn’t control or everything he could drink in a bottle that had a % proof attached. Fred wasn’t an isolated case.

In our first session he put a halt to the proceedings half way through … ‘Shall we continue?’ I asked. “No, I’ve had enough” … ‘Okay, may I ask why?’,” I’ve just had enough!”

Now usually I would respect this from a client and wind things up but there was a belligerence to this halting of proceedings and I felt that we had been making some progress. So after a gentle chat on where we were going with our session and what we were aiming towards … “All sounds a bit like hard work.” he responded. After a little more dialogue, he felt it was all just “too difficult.”

Now Fred may be a little more of an extreme case than many, however there are elements of Fred in all of us. All of us who resist making positive change. Changing behaviours and cycles that have become just a little too ‘comfortable’ shall we say. That old chestnut of ‘staying in your comfort zone’ can also mean not wanting to step into the unknown because at the very least, right now, I know what I’m dealing with on a day to day basis.

So, my question to you is, ‘Is change difficult?’

Can we be bothered with all that ‘hard work’, is it not just ‘easier’ to stay in the same place, the same uncomfortable place perhaps of being a ‘victim’ or listening to the same negative dialogue or medicinal anaesthetising?

Are we just resistant towards taking an element of responsibility for our actions?

Think of the butterfly … or actually the caterpillar for that matter, slugging it around, defenseless, vulnerable, limited … if it could comprehend the process of being cocooned in its chrysilis do you think it would go ‘yeah sure no prob!’ … doubtful. Yet if you showed it the beauty and freedom of its transformation then could you perhaps persuade it? Very likely!

I often find that when people come for help they want to give you the responsibility; they want to come, take the magic pill that makes it all go away and walk out fixed … usually in 1 session. That’s not to say it doesn’t happen but what we often do is place this big pile of burden or problem in the palms of our hands and then tip it into the lap of whomever will take it – “there you go, your responsibility now”. In many respects I’m ok with that, however there’s a time for saying ‘Actually, you hold the pile and I’ll help you get rid of it, how does that sound?’

Back to Fred … ‘Change isn’t difficult’ I suggested, ‘just uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as all the discomfort you’ve had and have been trying to avoid for 30 years’.

He got this and after a couple more sessions Fred was well on his way to a much more relaxed, stress free and less troubled life. He was only a few thoughts away from changing the rest of his life.

So the 1st rule of making positive change: accept the fact it may be a bumpy ride but that doesn’t mean it’s going to be difficult … and the second … take responsibility – its only YOU that can make that change!

Live long & prosperously fellow pioneers of positive change and hallowed goodness, we’re together all the way!

With love

Steph x