About five years ago, I was in a dead end job, making no money, with no direction, and a permanently cloudy sky blocking my North Star.
I wasn't depressed, but the life had been sucked out of me, and was oozing into a pile of puss on the floor.
I had to make a change, but I didn't know how.
A friend recommended I see a coach. I didn't want to spend the money. What was she going to do for me?
I'd think about it.
I talked with her. A few times. She listened to me. She heard me. She appreciated me. She was patient with me.
And this was all before I paid her a dime.
Her work changed my life. She got me back on track. She realigned me with my purpose. She reminded me that my work has to have meaning. It can't be a means to an end.
She taught me the difference between work-life balance and work-life integration. My work-life balance was fine. My work-life integration had disintegrated.
She encouraged me to be an entrepreneur. To leverage my teaching and storytelling and relationship building and coaching and facilitating skills to build inclusive communities.
I said I was worried about making money.
"What would you do if you weren't worried about money?"
"That's easy, I'd sit around and talk with people all day."
"Go do that."
So I did.
And so I am.
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