The Turning

Selina came at forty, in the middle of what looked like a stable life. She had built a career in the Australian Public Service, was raising her child, and had spent a year in therapy recovering from burnout and processing old wounds. She was no longer in crisis. But she was standing at a question she could not answer alone: Now that I understand where I have been, how do I trust myself to move forward?

Through our work, she began to see something she had not expected. The patterns she had uncovered in therapy, the over-responsibility, the need to manage everything, the equation of worth with usefulness, were not only running in her career. They were running in how she loved her child, how she related to her partner, how she held her closest relationships. Different context, same script. When she could see the pattern across all of it, something shifted.

She had been a senior leader in tech, high-performing, high-achieving, running at full speed for over a decade. When she finally stopped, it was not a gentle pause. It was a full departure. She left her role, left the trajectory, left the identity that had defined her for years. The pain was behind her. But standing in the open space that followed, she found something she had not anticipated: a different kind of anxiety. Not the old pressure to perform, but the disorientation of not knowing what comes next.

She came looking for direction. What she found was something more honest: the ability to hold not-knowing without collapsing into it. Over our sessions, she did not arrive at a clear plan. She arrived at a different relationship with uncertainty, one where she could explore without forcing answers, and allow herself the grace of not having it figured out yet.

Maggie did not come with a crisis. She had just started her first role after graduate school. The team was good, the work was interesting, life was moving in the right direction. But she is someone who looks ahead, who senses what is coming before it arrives. She had been curious about coaching for a while but had never found someone she trusted. Then she came across my writing, listened to the podcast, and something in her recognised something in me. She decided to begin.

What unfolded was not the solving of a problem. It was a slow, steady opening, a process she later described as a river, not rushing but always moving forward. There was no single breakthrough moment. Instead, each conversation left her returning to her daily life a little more awake, a little more deliberate, a little more willing to look at herself honestly.