Elaine’s Blog

Katy, a friend of mine, lives in the middle of London and wants to move 300 miles away to live in the country. Katy has wanted to do this for years. But she still lives in London. Every time she gets a step further than wishing, she’s pulled back into the safety she...

Get yourself a frying pan from the kitchen and hit yourself over the head with it. Those are probably not the words you’d expect from a coach. Did I train at the Bob Newhart ‘Stop it’ school? Maybe I did. But I have often uttered these words to clients because I tell...

A colleague of mine was presenting a two-day well-being programme to a group of high-level executives in a corporate company, and he asked the group where they got their best ideas. A few said they got their best ideas in the shower. Nothing unusual about this answer,...

Who wants easy ways to make your day a little more special? Not me, you might say; my days are pretty fine. Well, you’d better click off right now, or else your days will get better whether you want them to or not. And the best bit is that you don’t have to do much....

Does your closet look like the leftovers from an Orphan Annie film? There’s something satisfying about clearing your closet of old clothes that you hang on to ‘just in case.’ In case of what? That you lose the weight to fit into your skinny, skinny jeans or are you...

When I have a blue day, I know that if I look for reasons I feel blue, I’ll find them. Years ago, if I felt sad when I woke up in the morning, I would ask myself why and then run through a list of reasons that might make me sad. And then I’d wonder why I felt worse....

Who do you love? I love my daughters with all my heart. I love my partner with all my heart. Isn’t it lucky that the heart is elastic? Most mornings, I wake up and look at my partner, and I think he’s gorgeous. But some mornings, I wake up, look at him, and think,...

In 2016 a Michigan pastor called Gerald Johnson had a heart attack and claimed he died when his ‘spirit left my physical body.’ I’m fascinated with near-death experiences. I was riveted by Anita Moorjani’s account in her book, Dying To Be Me, but this one confused me....