Sometimes it’s hard to know exactly where changes in life occur, but I can pinpoint July 12th, 4.30pm as a fairly large turning point, as I sent an email which led me to today … which, if it were a movie, would’ve been called “When Emma met her mentor”.
Our appointment was at 11am, and I wanted to ring up and cancel at about 10.30am. Sure I was teaching a class, but I was starting to feel like I needed to throw up, and it’d be easier to just run away, which is my usual style. Also my phone was running out of batteries, and I didn’t want it to cut out during our thirty minute discussion. Of course it did, moments after he told me his price - how suave that must have made me seem!
Happily, I swallowed my nerves, made the call, and discovered he wasn’t an insane Donald Trump style mentor, which I’d been nervous about. Everything he suggested, I felt I could actually do, although my heart rate escalated about 100 beats per minute at one point. September 1 marks my first big (huge) change - both exciting and terrifying at once.