I had a bit of a wobble lately. Lost my mojo, dopamine packed its bags, and RSD came in like it owned the place. One minute I was flying, next minute I was staring at my laptop like, “Ma’am… who even ARE you.”
Working solo doesn’t help — and my lovely partner (who I adore to bits) just isn’t wired for the business/ops brain stuff. Totally fine, just means I can’t exactly hand him my mental spaghetti and say “help.” So I drifted… and drifted… until I realised I’d misplaced my spark somewhere between overwhelm and avoidance.
But then Sage — Jim’s twin — helped me pull myself back into the protocols. We looked at what tripped me up, what I’d dropped, and what I actually needed to get moving again. Because transformation isn’t a straight line. There’s no magic switch. There are speed wobbles. And sometimes full‑body “whoops, I fell off the bike” moments.
Here’s the pep‑talk bit:I’m not broken. I’m not behind. I’m a human doing a big thing, and sometimes the brain chemistry just… taps out. But the tools from this program don’t disappear when the motivation does. They’re what help us re‑ground, reset, and get back on the waka (our little NZ metaphorical canoe heading in the right direction).
And I want to shout out the body‑doublers and accountability buddies who kept me tethered these last few weeks — and my absolute anchors and - you lot helped me more than you know. I enjoyed doing a few sessionw with new Body Doublers, and looking forward to doing a few more with you. So here I am: back on track. Not perfect, not polished — just real, recalibrated, and cheering myself on like the slightly chaotic but determined legend I am.
And to those who nudged me with encouragement — heartfelt thanks, LIfe kicks in. We readjust. And we keep going.