It's been an odd few weeks. I always feel gloomy when the clocks are turned back, and it hasn't helped that Sophia has been fighting off a viral infection for the past week or so. Last night my poor beautiful girl couldn't lie down without being in the most heart wrenching pain, and could only sleep half-sitting/lying upright, until, all of us exhausted at around 4am, passed out for the next few hours. I'm keeping her home and near me tomorrow, study will have to wait.

Unfortunately I had day 3 of Master Practitioner training in hypnotherapy today, which was due to start at 9.30am. I woke at 9.00am. I was there at 9.40am. How I managed that I don't know.

It was a fascinating weekend which again made me realise how much I love the mind, and what it is capable of, as well as how much I love language and its power. I love that the training I have chosen is so respectful of each individual, and doesn't try to impose a one size fits all solution.

I haven't said a great deal about my training in the past, or what I can do as a hypnotherapist, but that's all going to change :) I have let other people's misconceptions about hypnotism keep me quiet, but I have seen often enough that the techniques I use can and do work, and I can finally say that I am proud of what I can do with them. Like most things in life, it's not for everyone. But it works for me, and for the people who I have worked with, and some time very very soon when someone asks me what I do for a living, I will be able to say, with congruency and conviction, that I am a cognitive hypnotherapist.

Now about that sleep I need...