Tiny Steps

A client sat opposite me this week, hands wrapped around a mug of tea and said the words I hear more than almost any other in this job: "I know what I should be doing but I just can’t seem to start."

She isn't alone. I've heard versions of this from Sixth Formers staring at a blank revision timetable, the widower who hasn't opened his wife's wardrobe in over a year, the client three weeks into a bereavement who can't face answering the phone. All of them are waiting for something to arrive before they act. A feeling. A readiness. The right day.

It doesn't come, because that’s not how it works.

We've got the order backwards