This is the somewhat more informal story of Pippa, where she doesn’t have to talk about herself in the third person and probably swears just a titchy bit…
A Courageous Belonging Coach, Belonging Mentor for Small Businesses, Writer, Speaker, Teacher, Mum (+ Cat Mum), Daughter, Friend (sometimes a sucky + forgetful one), Intersectional Feminist and Aspiring Courageous Human (come on folx, it’s not always easy to practice what you preach!).
Oh and I’m funny-as-fuck, swear a lot (see previous), massively overuse parentheses (duh), have a tendency towards the verbose (I waffle) and a coaching client very helpfully named one of my core personal values as Irreverence. Fuck yes, as irreverent as I can be – rules were made to be broken, screw “should” – it’s my life to live and I’m gon’ live it my way!
By day a coach, also by day doing the occasional pub management shift (can’t help myself!) and otherwise working to dismantle the patriarchy and all its related systems of oppression (Hello White Supremacy), cuddling cats, watching Netflix and obsessing slightly over my houseplants and crystals collection. I know, who knew I’m woo-woo too?!
In my 40s I have finally got to grips with why I was continuously striving, perfecting, people pleasing and performing all my adult life…
I had no idea whatsoever who I really was, what really mattered to me and what I really wanted to do with my one short + precious life, this time around the sun.
I’d spent soooo much time trying to be every-damn-thing that I assumed* everyone else (family, friends, work, community, and err, our patriarchal society) expected me to be, that I actually didn’t know myself at all.
*assumption is the mother of all fuck-ups by the way – just saying…
Side note: it did not sit well with this Type A, alpha-female, ambitious-perfectionist-badass to have a moment that went “oh dear god Pippa, you’re a need-to-find-yourself cliché”. Then I got over it…
So, what happened next?
It all came down to belonging.
More importantly – belonging to myself.
Belonging to yourself, as opposed to being a human pretzel to fit in (err, 🙋🏻♀️), is at the heart of my work, both with myself and with my clients. This type of true belonging is at the heart of living a courageous life. Fitting in looks like being who you think you need to be, to be approved of or accepted. Real belonging is being courageous enough every day to be all of you, no matter what, where and who with (and sod the consequences).
So I did the work (+ am still doing the work) to belong more and more to myself and life has changed so very much over the last few years as a result! No more pretzel life for me (unless it’s covered in cheese and ham and accompanied by great German beer).