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From early on, I knew that I enjoyed learning about and helping people because we interests me, so I chucked myself on 3 intensive years of a BSc in Psychology (which I thought was actually really bloody hard). Seven qualifications later (Yoga, Life Coaching, Fitness etc etc etc), I realised I was obsessed with learning. Sadly though, I had no-one to share this all with. so I started looking for ways I could help people.
I went travelling around the world and learnt a lot of cool things about myself and others but still something wasn’t clicking. My desire for wanting to help people and my search for trying to get healthy (without having to run), led me to yoga. I started with some YouTube tutorials and was practicing every day, (with the help of Instagram challenges) so decided to take the plunge and train to teach. This changed my entire world.
After teacher training, I started teaching in the UK, then met Reuben (my Kiwi, patient builder boyfriend) and moved to the other side of the world, because why not. I got some amazing gigs and started teaching Yoga around Wellington whilst personal training but STILL found that teaching people to be more physically comfortable wasn’t quite hating the mark. I moved down to Christchurch and landed myself an amazing corporate job where I got to coach people into their dream career. Within a year I was leading a team in Sales and Careers Coaching and I loved every minute of it. I was flying high with international recognition, I was looking at buying a house, I was earning over $100k a year! Everything seemed to be working out beautifully.
And then my Dad died. Everything just got a little bit shit. Rather than feeling secure with a steady job, good future outlook and belief in myself, I felt in limbo with no direction and I hated it all. I was away from all my family and close friends and life just kept happening around me. I was healthy, my boyfriend and I bought a house, I was heading into regional management, my loving relationship was going well but nothing was right.
I wanted help, I wanted direction and I wanted guidance. I looked around for someone that could help and found that a Life Coach would be ideal - it seemed the answer to all my little problems. However, no matter how much I searched or how wide my search went, I found no-one under the age of 40. Someone that understood how horrible it is to compare yourself to everyone on social media, no-one who understood how difficult it is to understand health and fitness for millennials, no-one who was able to guide me through this turbulent part of my life with significant advice and essentially no-one I felt I could relate to.
Insert Helen Sian India. I hadn’t known, but my life-long interest in self-help, in yoga, in fitness, in psychology and nutrition and EVERYTHING had built up a cool library of knowledge in my head that kept popping up when either I needed it or one of my friends or colleagues needed it. Now i’m still grieving, and every day is still tricky but i’m learning how to feel happy and sad at the same time and embrace whatever this thing called life is, so that I can help you with all the hurdles you come across.
People our age either turn to drugs, alcohol, a healthy hobby or if you’re lucky and you come across the right one, a coach or mentor. I want to show you how powerful you can be with a bit of each (and by drugs I mean hugs, HUGS NOT DRUGS, PLEASE). Every stressed out woman needs a coach to tackle this awesomely fear inducing world, and by 2020 we’ll all have one.
So, I’ll tell you what I’d tell my mum and best friend; YOU are important. YOU are a priority and YOU deserve to feel happy regardless of all the poo people or life might fling your way. You’re beautiful and lovely and you have a nice bum.