Journey of Acceptance
I had a very unusual experience just two days ago.
Whilst searching for a podcast to listen to (I absolutely ❤ podcasts!), I stumbled across a podcast for stammerers. I scrolled through the episodes and saw many titles about how various people have “stopped” or “ended” their stammer.
The person I was just a few months ago would have dropped everything to listen to that podcast and understand the secrets to finally freeing myself of this paralysing stammer. But, two days ago, a part of me did not immediately leap at this opportunity. In fact, it made me recoil slightly. Yes, I said recoil.
I can’t believe it myself.
The thought of not having my stammer, for a split second, actually made me feel a sense of loss. My mind quickly started wandering into the depth of questioning like “who would I be without my stammer”, “how would I operate without it”, “I won’t be unique without it”.
These are questions I NEVER thought I would ask myself. I have always DESPISED my stammer and the way it makes me feel; the way it silences me; the way it mocks me; and the way it drains me. But, when the opportunity arose to possibly learn how to get rid of it, I didn’t jump at the chance. Don’t get me wrong, I probably will listen to one of two of the stories of how people managed to stop their stammer, but they will not be the first podcasts onthat channel that I will listen to.
So, what has caused this change, you might be asking⁉️
Well, in short, I have been getting out there. Whilst kicking off my new business, I have had to go online and deliver presentations or teachings. I have also delivered a couple of speaking events to international audiences. Yes me! I still have trouble believing it as I am typing it. It still feels like I’m reading someone else’s story.

But, each time I deliver one of these events, I mention my stammer when I introduce myself and let people into my backstory. I bring it to the forefront so I am not trying to hide it. I free myself from the restraints of trying to disguise the stammer and, instead, free it.
Release it.
Release myself.
I then go on to stammer throughout the presentation, but it carries much less weight and burden. This recent journey I have started has been so scary and frightening but, more importantly, has been incredibly empowering and has built up a strong sense of resilience. It has not been an easy start at all and I still have lots more work to do. But, to reach this stage of having an option to learn how to be rid of my stammer but not immediately pouncing on it, instead questioning whether that is what I really want is a huge milestone for me in this lifelong journey of acceptance.
The next time I find myself criticising myself for stammering or even criticising the stammer itself, I will softly say to myself . . .

Changing your perception of time
Up until around three weeks ago, I felt slightly overwhelmed with how many things I had piling up on my “to do” list and how little time I had to do it all in.
It felt like I was constantly operating on a time deficit. As a result, I gave up on my task list – just gave up in general – and spent my time watching rubbish on TV, or looking for rubbish to get lost in on my phone.
Then, our household was hit with Covid. We had to isolate for ten days. Whilst it was difficult, it was also just what I needed. The days felt long and seemed to roll into one long continuum. But it was not monotonous. In fact, very far from it.
I used the time to educate myself. Before you roll your eyes, I want you to hear me out! When I say educate, I mean discover more about myself. I dialled into several coaching sessions over a seven day period; listened to a Mindset audio book; tucked into a sweet treat each night (in the form of a slice of cake or ice cream); and drank lots of water.
But most importantly, if one of the days was particularly tough, I would give myself permission to write it off and to start on a fresh page the next day. I noticed that by starting each day saying to myself that I will make this a much calmer / better / happier day (you can fill in your own blanks), that is exactly what happened.
By starting each day not giving in to the comfort of self-pity, busyness, negativity, that is exactly what you will end up with. It would be like ordering a meal you do not like on a restaurant menu and expecting something different to arrive.
Once our isolation period ended, I tried to continue some of the new practices I had developed and wanted to share some of them with you here in case you were inspired to give a couple of them a try.
- Starting the morning at least an hour earlier. This made the morning feel like much less of a rush.
- Logging onto work earlier and being firm about finishing work on time.
- Practising 20 minutes of Yoga at least four times a week before having .y morning shower.
- Spending at least 30 minutes a day on a task related to one of my passions.
- Adjusting my perception of time and thinking about how to fill the time I have rather than how much time I do not have.
- Checking in with myself to ensure I take a few moments out each day to do something I enjoy.
- Having sweet treats now and then – giving myself something to look forward to at the end of the day.
- Letting go of pressure and practising more acceptance.
- Choosing to communicate from a place of love rather than a place of resentment or anger.
- Treating myself to one rubbish TV show each night!
It may be a case that some of these tips are not suitable for you; if so, that is absolutely fine – after all, we are not clones of each other. However, I do urge you to take 10 minutes out of your day today and think about what you can try out in order to shift your perception of time so that you feel more ownership over it.
Enforcing a Pause
Does your mind sometimes act like it is at war with itself? Relaxation does not come easy to you? Is the noise in your head sometimes stiffening and deafening?
I have previously written about multipotentiality before, where a person has more than one talent or passion which they pursue. This is a term I relate quite strongly to, particularly as this moment when I have many different projects on-the-go.
However, the noise in my mind about what I have to do next; which task should take priority; who do I need to seek help from; how quickly do I need to move; why am I so scared to move? The constant questioning, slight movements forward versus pivoting and reverting back to an unfinished task has been very tiring. Even during my weekly meditation sessions, I have been largely unable to quieten my mind. Even my fitness watch has been telling me that my energy stores are nearly depleted at the end of each and every day.
There is so much information I am taking in right now as I embark on these new projects – so much to learn. I am sure some of you are also in a similar situation. Taking a brave journey, trying something new or even rehashing an old passion. Often times, you experience a mixture of fear and excitement, extreme drive and paralysing procrastination. But each day, you wake up and start again; chipping away at your goal (or multiple goals if you’re a multipotentialite like me!).
However, I took a few days out to “relax”. Four days to be precise. I started on the journey thinking it would be impossible to unwind in just a handful of days. But, I wanted to give myself the best chance possible:
1. I wrote a to-do list of only 3 – 4 short but achievable project tasks I could complete during my time away. That made me feel much less guilty about taking some time out.
2. I purposely did not plan any sightseeing activities for my stay. I gave myself prior permission to go with the flow and only make any decisions of that nature the previous night of each day. That alleviated the stress of feeling like I needed to make the most of every minute during my trip.
3. I went to bed earlier than normal each night and rose slightly earlier without any alarm clock. That allowed me to temporarily revert back to my natural rhythm and stopped me from staying up late, thinking about things I should be doing or aimlessly browsing on my phone.
4. Now, I can’t take credit for this one, but the network reception on my phone was poor and sometimes stopped working altogether. The WiFi at the accommodation was also extremely poor, so I had a very limited number of things I could do on my phone. This is not something I had expected to happen, but it turned out to be such a monumental part of my ability to relax.
The end result was that I had an absolutely fantastic trip! I did not overindulge in food as I normally would on holiday; perhaps because I did not put myself under any pressure. A four day trip made me feel like I had been away for two weeks and so far, the feeling has remained with me, nearly a week later.
I hope these tips give you some food-for-thought about not only planning an enforced pause in the busyness of your mind and life at the moment, but also given you some thoughts on how you can help yourself to relax during your pause.
If all else fails and you take nothing away from this post, you can hopefully take some joy from the beautiful view I woke up to each morning.

Stammering: hindrance or superpower?

I have a stammer. It comes across as being very mild, some people say they “didn’t even notice it“. However, in my mind it is very loud and always present because of the mechanisms I have to put in place to try to manage it. I describe it to people as feeling like my words are being typed on a crisp piece of paper by an old typewriter. I can see the words coming up that I want to say and have full awareness of the word I will struggle with. As that word gets closer, my heart starts to race. My mind enters a battle with my ego: should I attempt to say the word so I can be fully understood or should I just choose an alternative word which is much easier to say and save any hurt to my pride? Most times, the latter argument wins – ego prevails and all is well.
But, what that means is that talking can often be very exhausting. Having to plan, in real-time, what I want to say, decide which words are feasible, then deploy distraction mechanisms to either get the word out or avoid the word completely. All this on top of the normal thought processes people go through when they speak. It can be very exhausting. This is why, for many years, I avoided telephone calls with friends and family and instead produced lengthy text messages and email essays. It was too pressurising to know that the person on the other end of the line was hanging onto my every word and I could not distract them with wild hand movements. They would just sit and wait for the words to clumsily trip out of my mouth.
When you throw in a pandemic – forcing everyone to communicate through virtual means – this may have been a stammerers’ nightmare! But, for me, it has actually been the opposite! Don’t get me wrong, it definitely started out as horrendous. I hated jumping onto Skype, Zoom and Microsoft Teams calls. Every time the app would ring, I would want to throw my laptop out the window and crawl under my bed (as I didn’t have a desk at that time), but I knew I had to take the call or join the meeting as it was fast becoming the main way to communicate with people. Knowing that people would be able to watch me, close up, contorting my face as I tried to throw certain words out was paralysing – particularly as I had started a new job towards the beginning of the “lockdown”. But, I had to keep pushing through those mental barriers.
I tried different techniques of camera off, then camera on but with poor lighting so I couldn’t been seen properly; but, surprisingly, I found that having my camera off seemed to help. Although this might be considered anti-social by some people, it gave me the safe space of using my body and my face to get my words out without anyone witnessing me doing it. This was a bonus I had never considered before. The other freeing factor was just letting a handful of people know that I have a stammer – in the workplace and in my mentoring groups. Saying it out aloud meant I was not trying to hide it. I participated in an interview that would be made available to thousands of attendees at a virtual conference and I mentioned the stammer within the first five minutes. I also gave a speech at another, more intimate, event about the power of communication and mentioned my stammer within the first few seconds. The act of not hiding it felt like I was giving less fuel to it and its ability to keep me verbally mute.
Now, after much practice (over a year) and revealing the stammer to various people, I feel much less angry towards it (I realise I am personifying it even as I write here and now). A colleague recently messaged me to say they admired the fact that I do not let the stammer stop me from saying what I want to say during meetings. That is the first time anyone has said anything like that. It’s almost like the stammer is becoming a super power. I want to beat it each time and that encourages me to want to speak more. By overcoming the anxieties that come with having a stammer and gently easing myself into giving speeches, speaking up in meetings etc, I realise it is fuelling me to speak from an authentic place.
I hope this post inspires other people who have a stammer. Even though it is something that may not go away, we have the power to change our relationship with it – after all, it is likely to be with us for the rest of our lives and trying to fight it can be so tiring.
If you are someone who knows someone with a stammer, I hope this has given you some insight into what they may be going through or masking. If you have a stammer and would like to get in touch, please hit the “contact” button.
Stammer on people and turn it into your super power!
Multiple potentials; multiplied procrastination
As mentioned in my intro for this blog site, “multipotentialite” is a term that resonates with me. (I will soon be creating a page of information sources to explain what this means in a little more depth, but for now, here is just one definition below).
Emilie Wapnick was the first person I came across who coined the term “multipotentialite”. An ex-colleague of mine posted a TEDtalk video of Emilie on LinkedIn. I was hooked! She defines this term as “someone with many interests and creative pursuits”.
It felt like someone was finally speaking the same language as me! Many of my friends and family members will know that I always have a new project on-the-go. You might speak to me one month and I’ll tell you I’m starting a project consultancy service; the next month I’ll tell you I’m starting a blog about something completely unrelated. Never a dull moment!
People in the past have said things to me like . . .
“You don’t take time to celebrate your wins before moving onto the next thing.”
“You’re taking too much on. Why don’t you just focus on one thing at a time?”
“When will you ever be happy with what you have and stop chasing things?”
I used to think perhaps there was something wrong with me, or that I had a short attention span, or that I was an eternal starter who never quite finished anything, or that I was on a long quest to happiness but would never quite reach it.

But, I realise now that I have an interest in many different topics and perform better in some than others but I like to give them all a go!
And that there is nothing wrong with that.
However, what I have noticed, particularly at this time where I am taking on three big projects at once, is that I get so excited about the next shiny thing that I don’t know where to start. There are many things I need to do to get these three projects off the ground (many things), I could write them all down with clarity, but I still would not know where to start. Perhaps it is not even a case of not knowing where to start but not being able to make a decision on which task to start with. When you are a multipotentialite with lots of different ideas and curiosities running around and crashing into each other in your mind, it can be hard to decide which one to try out first because they all shout as loud as each other. There is no dominant voice because they are all exciting, or scary, avenues to explore.
But, once the noise settles, they pile onto each other to form a thick, hard wall of procrastination. Made up of sturdy bricks of distractions – like watching brain-numbing TV shows, reading self-help books about how to get started, talking about getting started during lengthy catch ups with friends – and, of course, the trusted distraction that never let’s you down – social media!
So, I wanted to write this blog post today to those of you, multipotentialite or not, who are thinking about embarking on a new project, new event or journey but haven’t quite taken that first step yet. You might have had lots of conversations (even if only in your mind) about starting but have not yet actually started.
Visualise that project, event or journey as a wall. But instead of viewing it as a wall of distractions and something to overcome, picture it as a wall you are building. It is being built in your control. Take things a brick at a time. It doesn’t need to be uniform. There isn’t a perfect way to do this. But, just lay that first brick, then the next one and as you keep building, you will soon be able to stand back and admire the work of art you have created that is unique to you and your style.
Built one, ununiformed, brick at a time.


The Heart of the Flare-up
I have eczema. I’ve had it for as long as I’ve known, since being diagnosed as a very young child. I don’t really know a life without it. A silent condition that can lay dormant for weeks, or even months if you’re lucky, but when it flares up it absolutely consumes you.
That’s what I’m experiencing now – a flare-up and I’m right in the heart of it. I felt it coming a couple of weeks ago. Everything felt like it was starting to pile up in life, I rarely felt relaxed. Then, the itch came; just a small one at first on my right forearm. I indulged in a little scratching session, which then gained momentum as the days continued. It has now given birth to a full flare-up, spreading up my arms, down the tops of my shoulders, creeping across my abdomen, buttocks and hips.
I’ve had to give in to the steroid ointment, although only using it on the nights I’ve scratched for more than 10 minutes at a time. Tonight, was one of those nights – managing to rake up a 30 minute scratch fest. I sound like I’m proud of myself, but I’m not. I’m just delaying the inevitable shame that will soon set in.
Luckily, with working from home in the pandemic Lockdown, plus it being cold enough to still get away with wearing long, thick jumpers, I don’t have to also endure the shame of anyone staring at my skin trying to mask their horror.
Tomorrow is another day. Hopefully, one that does not involve more scratching. A chance to reset the timer, or a chance to feed the beast.



