Sometimes working with a coach is hard.
This morning my husband was a royal pain in the butt, in that way only someone you’ve spent nearly 20 years with can be. I was angry but then I asked myself about the story I was telling myself. I was definitely, absolutely, 100% right and he was wrong. Great, said the coach in my head, and how is that helping you now?
[Insert gif of gasp in spanish]
Shit.
Husband had gone to work. Even if he had been around, me being angry probably wouldn’t contribute to his changing his behaviour, it was all up to me. And it was all inside my head.
And then I’m thinking so what do I do now? I just let the anger go?
BUT I’M RIGHT TO BE ANGRY
But equally it’s not useful, so let that shit go and get on with being a boss.
I set off for work feeling most unsettled, I had nothing to distract me from doing the work that needs to be done. In my head, logically, it feels freeing. Emotionally though it feels really weird, like I’ve lost my footing a little.
Some days working with a coach is hard but oh so valuable.