19/04/2026
For the last 4 years since going self-employed I’ve worked 6, and at times, 7 days a week.
In someways that’s been in service to my clients.
In others it’s been in an unfounded fear of failure.
This past weekend I decided to finally stop working weekends.
Saturday morning came and I felt a bubbling mixture of guilt, anxiety, restlessness and the sense I should be somewhere else than my living room with the love of my life and my dog.
I felt I should be somewhere giving my all to someone, being productive, achieving something.
But instead, I kept my dressing gown on, stayed on the sofa and finished watching the tv show me and Reanna have wanting to finish.
As I melted deeper into the sofa, anxiety was replaced with calm. Stress replaced with connection. And productivity turned to recuperation.
I’m moving into a different phase of my life.
I make enough money.
I have enough clients.
The business is healthy and secure.
I don’t need anything extravagant, I don’t need more.
In fact, the only thing I needed more of, and now have, is time.
My body is changing, it’s fragile and hurts a lot, it needs more time on the sofa with Reanna and Woody. Less time demonstrating Bulgarian split squats and contorting into odd positions to assess injuries.
I love what I do, it’s not a job. I was made for it.
And I’ll always give my clients my all.
But I need to have my all available to give for me to give it.
Thank you everyone, including the Saturday gang. Wherever you’ve moved to, another day or onto my online coaching - I continue to look forward to serving you.
❤️
