Liz Goodchild Life Coach
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I'm Liz Goodchild and I'm a life coach. I'm here to help you make your life better. From feeling less stuck to making decisions that feel good.
Liz Goodchild Life Coach
3M ago
I spend a LOT of time in my coaching practice supporting clients with processing difficult feelings.
Guilt. Shame. Fear. Loneliness. Grief.
The list goes on.
Feelings that, more often than not, people try and run away from. Pretend they don’t exist. Bury their heads in the sand hoping they’ll disappear when they come back up for air.
And guess what?
I’m not immune to this either, as I recently discovered.
Last month, Silja died. She was an Iceland pony that lived on our little farm here.
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve had a deep connection with animals. I even had a horse when I was a ki ..read more
Liz Goodchild Life Coach
3M ago
Well, it’s that time of year again—the month where we’re either brimming with hope, resolutions, and energy. Or, we feel like crawling back into bed, getting lost in Netflix and seeking refuge from the demands of the world. I always find that January, with its peculiar dual nature, encourages a kind of tug-o-war between motivation, new promises and fresh starts and the quiet pull of introspection, hibernation and going slow.
As the second week of January unfolds, I’m noticing that there is a part of me eager to engage with the world, set goals, and initiate change, while another part—quieter a ..read more
Liz Goodchild Life Coach
1y ago
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, you were bigger than the whole sky.
She died. My Nan. The indomitable matriarch. The mother of my mother. The Yorkshire tea-drinking aficionado. The one I somehow thought would live forever. The bearer of such, deep and gentle, dignified and unwavering love for me, my sister and our children.
And now she’s gone.
I’ve never felt such an absence, such a ground-shifting chasm before in my life. When my mum died, it was too shocking, too traumatic to comprehend, I barely felt anything. I just sleepwalked numbed and disassociated for so many years after. But this time, th ..read more
Liz Goodchild Life Coach
1y ago
My Nanna’s house has been up for sale for a month or so now. She’s lived in a care home since the end of last summer. It wasn’t an easy decision, for her to move there, but there were just too many falls, too many frantic phone calls in the middle of the night, too much confusion, too much worry. She wasn’t safe anymore.
While her house is on the market, we’ve decided to live in it for a while: Me, my wife and my son. It felt important to be here, to prepare her home for the new people that will one day live here and call it home, to honour and nurture the house in the time between what was an ..read more
Liz Goodchild Life Coach
4y ago
It was late Autumn last year when I found them.
2 kittens.
They ran to me through a rusty, gaping hole of a barn door.
A barn that was in the middle of nowhere, really.
A barn that I passed each day on a 5 kilometre walk.
They were so tiny. I didn’t know what to do. I wondered whether to bundle them up right there and then in my coat and take them home.
I inspected them closely.
They seemed well-fed and their fur—despite the rain and cold—seemed to be soft and shiny. A sign that they were doing ok.
I was sure that their mother must be close by and that she was feeding them.
No-one else would b ..read more
Liz Goodchild Life Coach
4y ago
I was doing ok, and then I realised that the next time I see my Nan’s wrinkly old face and grey-blue eyes might not be for months and months from now, and I cried.
This is grief.
I wasn’t doing ok, and then my kid told me that “Tomorrow, I’m just going to wear my undies all day, Mummy. Nothing else. And you’re to call me Captain Underpants, ok?” I smiled and kissed the top of his sweaty little head.
This is bone-deep love.
I was doing ok, and then a woman standing close to me in the bread aisle at the supermarket coughed really aggressively and loudly, and I backed away. And then I felt bad fo ..read more
Liz Goodchild Life Coach
4y ago
We’ve been self-isolating for a week now.
It already feels like a month.
My son built an obstacle course in the garden yesterday and timed me as I navigated it. It was a terrible obstacle course, mainly because he’s five and five year olds apparently build terrible obstacle courses.
I ran around it anyway, catching a glimpse of his proud, beaming face as he watched me sit in a garden chair for 10 seconds, before sitting in another garden chair for 10 seconds, and then running around the tree 3 times before standing on a bucket on one leg, wobbling and trying to balance myself, until he said I ..read more
Liz Goodchild Life Coach
4y ago
My son has a plastic turtle night light that he keeps on his bedside table.
It projects an underwater effect onto the walls and ceiling of his bedroom and plays ocean sounds. He originally bought it for me for my birthday, but 5 minutes after I’d opened the box, he claimed it as his.
5 weeks ago, the batteries started to run out on the turtle. Sometimes the ocean sounds didn’t play, or the underwater effect didn’t project properly. Sometimes, the turtle didn’t even switch on.
“It needs a new battery”, I told my son. “I’ll have to go to the shop and buy one for your turtle. I’ll do it soon, ok ..read more
Liz Goodchild Life Coach
5y ago
I bought a plant last year.
When I bought it, it was 3 times bigger, with lots and lots of bright green, thriving leaves.
I put it in my bathroom.
Slowly, however, it started to die. I didn’t know why. I figured that I had been overwatering it, so I gave it less.
Nothing changed.
I moved it from one end of the room to another—maybe it was too near the radiator?
Nothing changed. In fact, its leaves started to curl up and go brown.
After several months, the leaves began to drop off, and finally 4 dry stalks were all that remained.
“Chuck it in the bin” my mother-in-law said, when I showed it to ..read more
Liz Goodchild Life Coach
5y ago
Recently, I needed some help spreading the word about something I’d created.
I woke up one morning with the idea of asking some of my friends and clients to share the details about it with their friends and people they know, maybe via their Facebook page or email, or in a way that felt good to them.
And yet…I didn’t.
Something stopped me from asking them.
Instead, I just sat on the idea and went round and round in circles, not wanting to ask and yet feeling frustrated with myself for not.
Do you do this too?
I hear this a lot from people I work with, things like, “Oh, I could ask for help, but ..read more