Self-reflection

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I’ve been busily working my way through my life coaching course. I’m really enjoying it – even if it does make my head hurt sometimes and is a little bit squirmy when things really resonate. Today’s session made me do a bit of self-reflection.

I realised that I’ve been feeling quite sorry for myself. What with my ankle, my Mum and the job. Don’t get me wrong, I think that’s more than enough for me to feel sorry for myself. With the ankle specifically, I’ve been labelling myself as ‘a bit broken’ and as ‘a patient’. These may be just labels, but I can now see they can be quite damaging to ones self-worth. I’m so much more than one body part!

I’m making good progress with my ‘boot’ even if it’s still really uncomfortable. So today I had a tidy up and removed the extra pillow I’d been using to prop myself up and started to put my house back together. It was beginning to look a little bit like a sanatorium with all the equipment, pillows and blankets.

Tomorrow I’m going to call and ask for all the equipment to be collected. I’m so much stronger now, I don’t need it anymore. I’ll keep my crutches for now, just in case.

I’ve started the job hunting process as well. I’ve updated my CV and sent it over to a friend to review. I’ve set up a new email address that looks more professional than the one I’ve had for years. I’ve sent some requests off to some recruitment agencies and I have a meeting with the outplacement consultant next week.

I realised I can’t change my current situation, so I’m changing my view of it. It feels good to be reclaiming me again. Tiny step at a tiny step…

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So 2020 was going to be my year. The year I got my life sorted after being served redundancy notice from my job in November 2019. The year I ticked off more things from my horsey bucket list. The year I got my mental health back under control and reduced stress in my life. I had a plan. And it was a good one. Then the plan changed dramatically on 2 January. I came off my horse at speed and broke my ankle. Badly. Like all good equestrians, I got back on and rode back to the yard, sorted Buddy out and then drove myself to A&E. That’s where this journey really began... I was sent home from A&E and told to crack on, only to receive a phone call later to say they’d missed a fracture (and a rather serious one at that). Whoops! So fracture clinic on 3 January, surgery on 5 January and home to recover. I started this blog as a way to chart my recover back to the saddle. As I cleared clinics and competitions out of my diary and wondered what the next few months would bring, it's been a safe space for me to say how I'm feeling. The new plan was to get a new job, to keep Buddy is kept ticking over and recover from my injury. Another good plan! I didn't expect a global pandemic, lockdown and all that happened in 2020. This blog has changed over time but it's continued to be my safe space to share the things going on in my life, with Buddy and the cats. Enjoy!

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