A tidy, memeable paraphrasing of a sentiment expressed by Eleanor Roosevelt.
I’ve spent the last year or so being excited about coaching. It is my passion. I *love* how I can help people to own their own power. It’s not the “I can help you” energy as much as the “let me hold open the door to you helping yourself”, if that makes sense. I love it.
Anyway. It’s been exciting, wonderful, brilliant. And the things I’ve set myself to do this year – to radically change up, be 100% full time and be an even better coach – yeah that’s exciting too. But also, for the first time since I started my diploma, I’m actually a bit … scared?
I’m setting down BIG intentions here. I can’t just coast this, I’m jumping in at the deep end and it’s going to be hard work. I’m going to fuck it up, I’m going to be floundering in stuff I don’t know how to do (correction: I don’t know how to do yet). Like Brene Brown says, I’m going to be stepping into the arena, and I will get my arse kicked. I’ve set my sights on a neuroscience qualification that I don’t have the money for (yet…) and, seriously, who even am I to be studying brain physiology?!
And… who will I be this time next year? That is the most exciting bit to me. And yes, scary. But isn’t that good? ‘Growth only happens when you step outside your comfort zone’, isn’t that what they say?
Alrighty then, let’s do this. Let’s see where I end up!
