The other day, after a particularly busy day working and taxiing my kids around, I was sat in my relaxation space/office nursing a splitting headache, trying to switch off and rest with some aromatherapy oils diffusing. My partner popped his head round the door to check what I was doing and if I was ok. He came in and asked me if he could talk to me about something. Now I don’t know about you, but invariably, when someone says something like that to me, my defences immediately go up, I get that funny feeling in my stomach and I start feeling a bit anxious and uncomfortable. In my experience, to me it means that I’m unlikely to feel good about what that person is going to say.
As it turned out, my instincts were pretty much spot on. My partner sat opposite me in one of the chairs and asked if he could give me some feedback on my recent blog “Permission Slips”. You need to understand that my lovely man is one of my greatest supporters and is 100% behind me as my dreams for my own coaching business come to fruition. I value his opinions on the sometimes crazy things I do, above anyone else. So, despite my headache and general yucky feeling in myself, I braced myself to hear what he had to say. In hindsight, it may have been a better idea to postpone until I was feeling a bit more human but hey ho...
My partner was concerned that I had maybe painted myself in a poor light to you, my followers and potential clients, by virtue of revealing that I too have bad days and have my own personal coach to support me through them. He was being true and authentic to himself by being honest and expressing his opinion; and I fully respect that. Unfortunately, at the time I wasn’t in the right head or heart space to fully appreciate it.
That question “Can I talk to you about something?” had already got me on the back foot, on top of feeling sensitive and tired due to a long and busy day. As you can no doubt imagine, I didn’t take his feedback very well, lashed out a little (a lot!) and ended up in tears, which I am 100% sure was not his intention in the slightest.
So many things were going through my mind… How could he be so harsh and critical - can’t he see what I’m trying to do? Doesn’t he know me at all? Are my blogs that rubbish? Why did I agree to letting him talk to me now? Most of them made absolutely no sense whatsoever, except maybe the one about the timing of our conversation!!
Later that evening, when I had calmed down (a lot!) and we were back to being friends, I got to thinking about feedback and how we give it to each other. I was reminded of Brene Brown (again!) and her book Daring Greatly. If any of you haven’t read the book (and I would strongly recommend any of her books), she discusses a quote by Theodore Roosevelt, in a speech he delivered at the Sorbonne, France on 23 April 1910:
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."

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