🟣 My high school days

Greeting my frisky little fruit scone.

Tell you what…

I’m right in my feelings this week.

Another rapid sell out of Blitz Your Bits combined with the Vietnam story I shared with you on Wednesday has me filled up to the tits with emotions.

With Summer in sight and me being a coach you’d think I’d be about to launch into some waffle about “bikini bodies”.

But here I am in a sort of quasi-therapy session about to reveal the shit show that was my high school days.

It’s all for a good reason (which I’ll get to shortly).

But first, take a stroll with me back to my teenage years in grammar school.

My days consisted of anxiety, panic attacks and being an all round nervous little egg.

But at least I wasn’t dyslexic as fuck, right?

No, hold on…

I was dyslexic as fuck.

But at least I didn’t have some weird eye condition on top of this.

Oh wait, I fucking did.

So I needed shit printed out on A3 paper during exams.

So I was the dyslexic, anxious, partially blind egg at the back of the exam hall with TWO tables to fit my fucking exam papers on. 

But do you know something?

School was alright. 

I had a good group of pals who I’m still pals with today.

I made the best of it and still managed to get decent grades.

But I didn’t thrive.

And it wasn’t the best place for me.

Which taught me a powerful life lesson summed up by this quote…

“Don’t be afraid to give up the good to go for the great”.

I’m not massive on “motivational quotes”.

But that one always hits home.

We’re hard wired to live in our comfort zones. 

And change is always going to be scary. 

That’s why your brain turns into a silver tongued devil when you start thinking about trying something new.

That little voice will convince you that things are good just the way they are. 

And they might be. 

But trust me, there’s more out there waiting for you if you just summon up the figurative cajones to take the first step.

We see this all the time with new clients.

This current crop of BYB legends have already taken the first step by securing their spot.

And on May 5th they’ll be off and running with us by their side. 

But they’ll still have some scary first moments.

Like their first workout.

Or their first social event to navigate.

But once they get past these firsts?

AY CARUMBA!

They’ll be absolutely flying. 

Hopefully this is something to think about as we head into a new week.

Big Love,
Rachel 🥰