Sometimes, it does not feel fair. That is not to say my life is perfect--it is not, far from it. I have plenty of grief and loss, and plenty of sadness. Aging parents. Adult child “stuff.” Life, lots and lots of life.
But my coaching practice? There is never a day that goes by that I don’t feel grateful, excited, fascinated, challenged. Who gets to do that?
Every workday I get to spend an hour (50 minute coaches hour, to be honest) with some of the smartest, coolest, most amazing people on the planet. I get paid to be witnes to their journeys, to partner with them on developing tools and processes so they can be productive and happy. Who gets to do that?
I get to be, as one of my clients used to referred to me a, a Zen Trickster”, slyly cajoling growth out of resistance with humonr and play, seek ways to subversivly and sereptusiously work on things that they wanted to work on, but did not want to confront directly. I get to play unplanned ukulele-songs about staying in process, challenging shifty old messages, finding entry points, using ritual, being yourself durin the job market, whatever. Who gets to do that?
To make points and provide lessons for us to explore, I get to tell stories from my travels, from my life raising two sets of children, from my years loving amazing dogs, from my salsa dancing adventures, from writing every day for a long, long time. Who dgets to do that?
I ge to laugh, cry, bring all me to the moment, authentically. Who gets to do that?
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