So…  Corona Time…

I have to admit that these last few days I had been feeling very low. And I say this NOT because I want sympathy or to be fixed, but to make the point that this is OK and certainly not a permanent state of affairs.

For me, it’s partly health related and the varied stresses of a situation the like of which I never experienced before.

So I had to do something decisive – a few weeks ago I wouldn’t even conceived of taking up running, but I’m now on week 6 of Couch to 5K.  Not that this is necessarily a victory…

Today I cried my eyes out because although mentally I was motivated, physically I really had to push myself to do it. Yep – big, childish wet tears of self-pity / ‘I can’t do this’ dropped onto my new sports- wear, as my feet of lead dragged through the rain.  But who could see tears in the rain, anyway?

So what can I do about this depression / sadness / anger / confusion?  Being conscious of it is my first simple strategy – having an awareness of, rather than being controlled by my thoughts and feelings means then that I can start to exercise some choice.  So I’m currently choosing to take care of myself, challenge myself and be creative and you know what – it works.  I sit here now, happy and contented, in the moment.

And as a coach, I’m coaching MYSELF through the experience by asking questions and reflecting on the experiences / answers that you will find in my posts and blogs.

Now, I’ve always found this to be a deliciously selfish process, but interestingly for me – having started out on personal development to ‘fix’ myself, I quickly realised that the ultimate gift it gave me was to support OTHERS and coach them – to help them understand who they really are, and work on psychological blocks and success strategies.  This is when I burn brightest.  And I DON’T need fixing, by the way!

On this journey my biggest break through (in every sense) happened when I combined my gifts of coaching and creativity into the act of writing.  One day, 8 years ago, I was hit by a literary thunderbolt and within the space of 90 seconds came up with the concept and title for my first published book – Peachey Letters, which I decided would start life as a blog.  I challenged myself to write a blog a day for a month.  And what a month that was…  I found myself, freed myself and altered my perception of who I was and what I was capable of, for ever.  Sort of…  I actually forget this last bit, a lot…

So forgetting who I am meant that the amazing worldwide reaction the book received genuinely confounded me and the media coverage and way it captured people’s hearts, blew me away.

So roll forward 8 years and here I am, inspired by the current crisis to write and reinvent my Peachey Letters again, as I scribble away at the ‘COVID Collection’ of new Love Letters to Life.

I wanted to mark the occasion, so have agreed with my publisher that the price for the Kindle Edition of ‘Peachey Letters Love Letters to Life’, will, for a short period, be dropped to just £1.99 / $2.49, so that I can reach out to more people at a minimal cost.  And to up the ante, my publisher has challenged its’ authors to hit the target of 100 reviews on Amazon.  Gulp…  And breath…  So… only 81 to go, then! And so it is that this urge to sell my book is sitting comfortably in my heart space, from where, quite simply, I would love for you to buy the book.  Then read it, then, without attachment – review it honestly on Amazon: So that will be 1, 81, 281 or 2081 times, over…

So having got that out of my heart and onto the page, here are the various links to buy it across the world:

Amazon UK – £1.99
Amazon America $2.49
Amazon France – 2,99€
And on every Amazon site around the world…

Thank you for being on this page of the book with me, who ever and where ever you are.