Thoughts

Feeling Lost? Then Try This.

Words by Frou Williams.

“Do you ever feel that way?"

"Lonely?"

I search for the words. "Restless. As if you haven't really met yourself yet. As if you'd passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - 'Ah! There I Am! I've been missing that piece!' But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again."

'Yes, lost.'

It's Sunday morning and as I sip my coffee, this week the universe has brought many thoughts and lessons around searching and feelings of being lost. It occurred to me, that perhaps we need not focus on what happens when we find that missing piece or indeed those pieces but instead focus on the journey or the process of the exploration in those pieces. Perhaps that's where the sweet spot lies, in getting lost. If you think about it, getting lost is just another way of saying 'I'm going exploring.” And wow, such beautiful paths can't be discovered without first getting lost.

For anyone who feels lost in their own way right now, as I too have felt lost, going back to who you are and what you love or moving forward to whoever you are meant to be or meant to love, is the purpose of being lost. There is no shame in being lost. In fact there is excitement and new layers as we shed our skin and we lose ourselves, so we can find another layer of who we truly are. And when we let go of the need to control the journey or even loosen the reins just a little to find out, it's then we're able to discover a new and better version of ourselves.

Sometimes we have to realise that things will never change if we don’t make a change in and for ourselves. To accept that change is here and it's an inevitable part of life. And sometimes, we have to lose ourselves in order to learn and to uncover the next chapter.

So what's your next chapter? 📝 💗

I would say I'm wishing you a peaceful Sunday but instead, I want you to get out there, get mucky, get lost and keep searching.

Frou xo

Why you Should Always Listen to Your Heart.

Words By Frou Williams.

Australia.

Wow.

What an adventure. What a story!

You've pulled me apart and put me back together in ways I never thought possible. A shinier, more gut friendly Froubie if you will.

If, we as humans think in metaphors and learn through stories then to be a storyteller to one small fragment of this thing we call the World Wide Web, this is my story.

When I left the UK it's fair to say I was running away. I guess you could say I was running away from myself. Absolutely heartbroken over the sudden shock of losing Nandog who alongside my wonderful Rodgie raised me and my darling brothers, I took myself off to one of the furthest possible places in the world where I can hand on my heart say I've experienced some of the best and worst moments of my life, a pendulum of extremes, travelled to some serious bucket list worthy places, laughed until I've almost peed (a little doesn't count right?!), met some of the greatest people and made life long friends, navigated through some of my loneliest and darkest days to date, battled with one gastroenterologist, medical issue and healthcare bill fiasco after another and not to mention completed about 50 gazillion different courses! (Gosh, the girl does love a course 😝)

During what were my most lonely and sheer 'what the hell are you doing' moments, I would often think back to the stories that Nandog would share with me and in particular how at the age of 21, packed up her little life in London, boarded a ship to go and live in the jungle in Borneo with her soon to be husband (my grandad) where they married, she went on to have 3 children and taught in the missions; suddenly my cushy Bondi beach life with regular Skype's back home didn't quite compare! 😉

She believed in the adventure, the sharing of stories and even in her final years went on to live through the telling of my own stories. I've learnt so much about life and myself in these last 15 months and now more than ever as I enter a new chapter, I am loving watching these stories unfold. So as the age old saying goes, "Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colours. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving."

Which made me think, no matter what you do in your life, no matter what you create, what career you have... Your greatest creation is always going to be your life's story.

And in this time of 'information overload', people do not need more information. They want a story they can relate to. So with the most cheesy tourist Australian picture I could find, it's time to wave goodbye to one chapter and cheer on the next. 👋🏼👋🏼 We owe it to each other to tell our stories, so together, let's tell them well.

Cheerio for now old Sydney chops 🐨💗🐨

Hugs,

Frou xo

Why I Became a Life Coach

Why I Became a Life Coach

A year ago,  I embarked on a journey to become a Life Coach with the Beautiful You Training Academy. My interest had been sparked when I undertook a coaching series with my friend Helena Kay as she had just finished her own coaching training and was looking for pro-bono clients to work with. Feeling somewhat lost and at a crossroads in my life I jumped at the chance for free coaching with such a beautiful soul.

Little did I know at the time that undertaking a coaching series would ignite a passion in me to pursue my own coaching training