It’s not a backstory,
it’s the whole point.

I could walk into any room, read what was needed and become it. A slightly different version of myself for every group, every season of life. A chameleon. I am not sure I was even doing it consciously. I just knew how to make myself acceptable. Useful. Palatable.

It took me until now to understand the cost of that.

I had been quietly doing the work for years. Reading. Learning. Sitting with things I had been carrying since childhood and had never properly examined. Beliefs about what I deserved, what was possible, whether there was enough of anything for me. I started to unpick them slowly, through books, through good coaching, through some practices that might raise an eyebrow or two but that genuinely changed how I moved through the world.

My granny used to say: what's for you won't go by you. I did not really understand it until I stopped trying to force things and started trusting that what was meant to find me would find me. That life, even the difficult parts, was mostly happening for me, not to me.

And then one morning, I was in my kitchen. I had just meditated. And the whole thing arrived. Not an idea that needed developing. A complete picture: the people, the places, the conversations, the practitioners, every experience I wanted to create. I ran to my office and wrote it all down before it could disappear.

I am not a coach. I am not a therapist. I am someone who has been learning things that have genuinely changed her life and cannot see the point in keeping them to herself. I want to share them with women who are asking the same questions I was. In a room. Together.

Because something happens when women gather honestly that does not happen any other way. When we stop adapting, stop performing, stop being the version of ourselves that fits best, we become more of what we actually are.

That is what I am here for. That is all this is.

Kirsten Scott