What feeds your soul?

“What feeds your soul?” She asked me.

I stared at her blankly. What the hell did she mean?! My mind raced for an answer, until she eventually elaborated, while I mumbled something about cooking, the gym and seeing family and friends, as if I was reading from the hobbies section of my first CV.

I’d gone to see the practitioner who became my therapist, eventually. That simple question floored me. I was a few months post separation, a newly single Mum to an almost 2-year-old, and I had no flippin’ idea what “fed my soul”.

I barely gave myself 5 minutes a day, and if I did it would likely be spent mindlessly scrolling, or having a therapeutic cry!

That one question, though (along with the time being right, and me not having a whole lot better to do) set me off on a journey of self-discovery (sorry for the cheese, but it did).

I began to realise that putting everyone else before myself and serving others in such an exhausting way – a young child, a business, and until a few months previously, a husband, was not what I was put on this planet to do.

I’d never really thought about myself as something to prioritise, not in a neglectful way as such but just… I went through the motions of the cooking, the gym, and seeing family & friends… but that’s all.

Over the months that followed I began to really live, to get to know myself again, and work out exactly what it was that “fed my soul”.

I tried rowing, I rediscovered raving, I redecorated… (I even discovered not everything I enjoyed had to begin with the letter “r”). 🤣

That eventually led me to questioning, and step by step, altering, almost every aspect of my life.

I realised while I was good at HR, I didn’t love it, and sparks within me became flames, until I eventually broke away from that profession to create a business which is centred around, you guessed it, things that feed my soul.

It pains me to see people working to the point of exhaustion & illness in careers that make them unhappy, in relationships that don’t fulfil them, with the hope or vague thought that one day they’ll do something about it.It takes balls, it takes bravery, and it takes support. But the rewards on the other side of the life you’re just not quite happy with, are worth it every time!!!