The space between moments
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The space between moments

Five years ago a client was playing tennis worthy of international competition.

Tomorrow she’s leaving to represent Australia in an international competition.

What’s present for her now that wasn’t present for her then?

Permission.

From whom?

Herself.

It’s true that in those 5 years she’s built a fabulous team she knows she can rely on.

It’s true that she’s stepped into a version of herself that knows she’s worthy.

It’s true that she understands that when she’s showing up for herself she’s well-placed to show up for others.

Yet it’s the permission that she noticed was missing all those years ago.  

Not anymore.

In January she spent a week out of her business competing at Nationals in rural Victoria.

Making it an experience rather than an event, she included her daughter in her country itinerary.

This trip? Longer.

Regardless of how she goes in this tournament, she’s an absolute winner.

She’ll continue to be the amazing woman and leader that she is.

Cheering her on.

We only regret the chances we didn’t take.

What do you need to write on your permission slip?