Hi Reader, I want to share a quick little story with you today. A couple of years ago, I was driving to work one ordinary morning. I turned the same corner I always did and noticed a mum walking her young son to school. It was a simplistic, beautiful picture of family love ā him skipping along beside her, holding her hand, happily chatting. But then I saw it. The boy had obviously dropped his soft toy, as it was lying on the footpath a couple of steps behind them. They hadnāt noticed š In a split second, I imagined the heartbreak waiting for that little boy when he arrived at school and realized his beloved toy was gone. The meltdown. The tears. (As a mum, I experienced those moments when my kids were little! Argh, the anguish and devastationš) As quick as a flash, instinctively, I gave them a gentle toot. The mum turned. I pointed back. She turned again, saw the toy, scooped it up, and smiled with a wave of gratitude. It all happened in less than a second, and was like one of those slow motion movie moments! It was powerful. And it reminded me of something I want to remind you of too: šøWe always have a choice. The brain processes five pieces of information every second. You have time to do something different. Sometimes, itās a small act that changes someone elseās day. Sometimes, itās the decision to turn inward and finally give yourself what youāve been needing for so long. š±More peace. If youāre at a crossroads ā even a quiet, invisible one ā maybe this is your moment to gently turn around. Take a peaceful pause. Consider what you really want and need. I'm here, giving you a little 'toot toot' of encouragement for your growth and healingš If that is something you're willing to explore, click reply. Letās chat. Letās start that shift ā together. Chat soon, Reader. PS; I'm heading off on my yearly girls' trip interstate at the end of June and am taking most of July off. If you would like to book a session before I go away, please reach out. |
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