I absolutely LOVE reading fiction. In fact,
I read 1 book pretty much every single week.
I always have 1 fiction book
one business book on the go.
Psychological crime books
are my favourite.
At the moment, I’m reading one called ‘The Missing’ by C.L. Taylor.
The story is about a woman called Claire who,
in her forties
is married to Mark and has two boys – Billy (15) and
The story is set 6 months after Billy
went missing in the middle of the night.
Claire refuses to believe
that any of her friends and family
when they say that Billy isn’t coming
Claire start suffering amnesia attacks –
‘waking up’ in random places –
not know how she got there.
But it’s not the story I want to tell you
(although it is brilliant,
and I highly recommend it,)
it’s actually one particular LINE from the book
me think about you…
As I listened to this book via Audible,
this isn’t a 100% word-for-word quote, but it
went something like this:
“Hi, I’m Claire, the boy’s mum”
“Hi, I’m Claire, Marks’s wife”
Claire couldn’t remember the last time
she introduced herself as just..
WOW – this reminds me of so many
conversations I’ve had with clients.
They simply cannot remember
the last time
they were just… THEMSELVES.
Is this you?
Always putting yourself at the very bottom
of the priority pile?
Always making sure everyone else
is taken care of
before you are?
Never spending any time or money
because there’s always something the kids
or husband needs?
Delaying your happiness for the happiness
of other people?
because you never have the chance to just
This needs to stop now.
Because trust me,
1, 5, 10 years will fly by and you’ll
be even further down the line.
Less fit than you are now
and probably more bitter (not to mention older).
What would happen if you decided
that it was time
to prioritise your own happiness?
I’ll tell you what.
You’ll be happier.
And much more pleasant to be around.
You just have to decide that you’re worth it.
Here’s what happened to my client Sian
when she decided to focus on herself
for 21 days:
Is it maybe time you got back to being ‘you’
instead of somebody else’s somebody?