Are you living the life you say you want?

I know. Bit of a bugger.

Of course, we’ve always known we’re going to die. Intellectually, anyway. But there’s a point when you don’t just know it. You feel it.

You look at how quickly the last ten years disappeared and realise the next ten are unlikely to have the decency to slow down. You lose people you love. Your body starts sending the occasional strongly worded memo.

And suddenly all those things you’ve been saying you’ll do “one day” feel different.

Because how many times can you say next year before you have to admit that this is your life?

I’m not suggesting we spend the second half of our lives in existential panic, desperately ticking things off some enormous bucket list.

Quite the opposite.

Accepting that our time is finite can be one of the most useful things we ever do. Because once you stop pretending you have forever, a much more interesting question appears:

What do I actually want to do with the time I have?

We can say we want to get stronger, write the book, build the business, travel more, make new friends or have more fun.

But if I looked at your diary, would it show me that you’re actually creating the life you say you want to live?

Not perfectly. We all have work to do, people to care for, washing to put away and days when sitting on the sofa eating toast and marmalade is about as ambitious as it gets.

But somewhere, in black and white, is there evidence that the things you say matter to you are getting some of your actual life?

That gap between the life you say you want and the life you’re actually creating? That’s where I work.

I help you understand what’s really getting in the way, decide what matters now, and start putting some actual life behind it.