This picture evokes mixed emotions in me - happiness and sadness. It's a representation of myself, a nickname my grandmother gave me, Poo, which still lives within me. Poo has been my protector, fighting for me, choosing partners and friends on my behalf for many years. But she also shielded herself from the pain she endured while wearing a smile on the outside.
Now, when I feel angry, Poo resurfaces, seeking comfort and reassurance. Instead of relying on others to provide that, I've learned to love and support Poo from within. I understand that my inner child is not here to protect me, but to be embraced and cherished by me.
Recently, I faced a daunting challenge of speaking at a convention. I felt inadequate among a group of esteemed career coaches. In my anxious state, I turned to Poo for answers, and she revealed her fear of being judged. With love and care, I comforted Poo, nurturing my inner child.
Taking a break from the conference, I spent time with myself, connecting with my body and
emotions. I found security and strength in the presence of my husband, baby, and dogs back
home. Returning to the convention, I faced the challenge head-on, guided by the lessons
learned from Poo.
In the end, my presentation was a success, and I received a standing ovation. This experience taught me an essential lesson - to connect with my body and face the difficult tasks, as blessings await on the other side.