About Me

“Of all the roads she travelled, the journey back to herself was the most magnificent.”

– Anonymous

Self-portrait 12/29/15

You’re a bright, caring woman who wants to progress to your next level of success, but something keeps stopping you from moving forward.

As a leader, you think you need to put on a brave front because you’re in charge… but there are days when you don’t feel cut out for everything your role entails.

Or as a professional, you may feel calm and confident one day… but spiral into second-guessing yourself the next. 

Or maybe you’re looking to go for that big career change, but you keep procrastinating or talking yourself out of it, telling yourself that you’re too inexperienced.

I get it. I’ve been there too, and I’ve come out the other side.

Hi! I’m Nayla Mitha.

I work with bright, caring women who struggle to achieve their professional goals. They know there’s a calm, strong, and clear woman somewhere inside of them, but they haven’t figured out how to fully access her yet.

I help my clients break free from the deep-rooted beliefs that are holding them back so that they can gain the genuine, deep, quiet sense of confidence that they need to get to their next level and shine.

Nayla Mitha, B.A., LL.B., PCC
  • Professional Certified Coach (PCC), International Coaching Federation
  • Certified Human Systems Dynamics Professional
  • Certified Resilience Coach
  • Certified Martha Beck Coach
  • Certified to administer the EQ-I and EQ-360
  • Certified to administer the Conflict Dynamics Profile
  • B.A., LL.B., PCC

How do you find yourself when you don’t even know what pieces of you are missing?

This has been the question I’ve struggled with for most of my life.

In the past, my answer to the “Where are you from?” question usually left people staring at me like I was from a different planet.

Nowadays, I get asked this question less.

Part of me is grateful for this and part of me misses the opportunity for self-expression, even if the conversation was frustrating for both parties.

I’m from many places.

I’ve moved around quite a bit and my family history doesn’t allow me to fit neatly into any box. I’m Indian by ethnic origin. My parents were born and raised in East Africa. And I spent the bulk of my formative years in Canada, the U.S., France, and England.

Don’t get me wrong, this has been a gift in many ways.

But when you grow up straddling so many divergent worldviews, your own identity becomes quite a fickle thing.

It’s kind of like you’re standing at the most magnificent buffet… unable to eat because you’re paralyzed by all the choices. Everything looks delicious, but green tea ice cream doesn’t necessarily go with chicken curry.

Or does it?

And this is where I’d inevitably get stuck in my thinking.

I often struggled with how to respond when I’d encounter one of life’s many curveballs:

Is what my family wants more important than my own hopes and desires?

Should I blend into the background or try to be the life of the party?

Is it best to avoid confrontation to keep the peace or should I take a stand and rock the boat?

I could see value in all these different paths, but I didn’t know which one of them was truly me

And so there I would stand for days (sometimes months) on end… starving at the entrance to this magnificent buffet, telling all the other people that their food looked great. I was secretly jealous of how they seemed to be able to fill their plates so effortlessly, while I desperately tried to make sense of what I could have to eat.

Perhaps you can relate.

Making sense of how all the different parts of you fit together is not a task for the faint of heart.

Even if you’ve been fortunate enough to have had a grounded sense of self from the get-go, maybe you’ve lost a job, your health, or a loved one during your lifetime, causing you to question your purpose and direction.

Sometimes the happy choices we make, such as getting married or having children, can also throw us into a full-blown identity tailspin.

From my end, once I gained enough perspective to realize that I was struggling with who I was, I tried everything I could to piece myself back together.

I devoured every self-help book I could get my hands on.

I took courses on finding yourself and freeing yourself.

I hired coaches to help me break through my own internal resistance and limits.

All of this helped, to a great degree.

But things really started to shift for me when I stopped seeking answers outside of myself and started to sit quietly with myself.

This was difficult at first.

I felt like a warrior who had been in battle for years… weary to my bones… scarred and bruised… and finally ready to surrender to whatever onslaught of emotions wanted to engulf me.

Ironically towards the end, I was really just battling with myself. No one was stopping me from having the green tea ice cream with a side of chicken curry.

And so… it was when I finally gave into myself, that I started to find myself.

My love for creating crazy art projects.

My deep desire to be of service to humanity.

The little old hermit-like cat lady that lives inside of me.

The different pieces of me were all still there… shining even more brightly than before, peeking out through the rubble I had created.

I’ve been collecting them one by one and gluing them back together into the colourful misshapen mosaic that I am.

I now no longer struggle as much as I used to when life throws me a curveball because I know how to find myself.

I know how to go inward and embrace all of the different parts of me, exactly as they are, so that I can respond to whatever is in front of me with the perfect mix of candour and compassion, my needs and other people’s needs, decisiveness and flexibility… for me.

The journey back to myself has been both arduous and magnificent.

And thanks to it, I now get to help other women find themselves so that they can gain the inner peace they need to do beautiful things with their lives.

Seeing my clients experience the joy and excitement they feel when they step into the fullness of who they are is truly the best part of my day. 

Thank you for reading this far.

I hope my story helps you reflect on your journey… and perhaps even reclaim some pieces of yourself that you may have lost along the way.

It would be my honour to assist you.