Many years ago when I was still married, I had just learned that my Grandfather had died in a car accident. While I wasn't terribly close to him, I still felt the sadness of his passing and it was at this moment that my husband decided to tell me that he wanted to see other people.

I was helping a client with her marketing development last week; she is a fabulous practitioner who has helped many of her clients, including myself, regain pain-free movement and increased health. One of the problems she’s been encountering though, is …

Sundays are generally days I like to unplug and rest up for the week ahead; I like to be in full form before I head into a week of serving my clients and holding space for people going through transformation and moving through self-imposed blocks (whether they realize they’re self-imposed or not).

The more time I spent in awareness of her energy, the more I began to see how freaked out she’s been. In that awareness, that meant that I’ve been propelled by an intense fear for a very long time.

I want to talk about the fear of failure. Actually that’s not true, I don’t really want to talk about it, but I think it’s important to acknowledge it’s existence in order to prevent it from being in the driver’s seat of our lives.

Some of my work with my clients focuses on building up a resilience to stressful situation and proactively using meditation to centre yourself before you begin your day. Some of my clients have asked what to do when you’re overcome with stress in the moment, because it’s not all “Om and Namastay”, you know?