It’s ironic, isn’t it? I write about my One Burning Question, only to find that I am not able to get “there” from “here”.
For years I have known that my best thing is being an encourager, a helper, a midwife to dreams. But I cannot figure out the “how” of doing that. I am not necessarily interested in going back to college for psych classes so I can have some kind of degree to tell folks that I am qualified to listen to them and help them to figure out what they want.
I suppose it’s about becoming a Life Coach. But how can I allege to be one, when I feel like I need one myself?
I want to be as real to folks on-line as I am face-to-face. I need you to feel like you’re here at my kitchen table, with my kitties coming and going (you’re not allergic, are you?), hands wrapped protectively around your choice of hot beverage. (OK, it’s chilly here today. In the summer you can have your choice of iced tea (pick one) or iced coffee). Anyway, sitting here telling me all about it. Telling me what’s wrong, what’s not working. What do you ache for? What do you need?
Sweetie, I believe in you. I’m here for you. There is nothing and no one more important just now than you. Do you hear me? You matter to me. Your concerns are mine. And I won’t share them unless and until you free me to do so. Have a cookie, they’re fresh this morning.
It’s not so much that I know how to do so many things, it’s that if I don’t, I can hook you up with someone who can. Need help writing? I know a gal. And a guy. Take your pick, figure out who fits. Want to build a website? Get ahold of these guys. Or gals.
Sewing a wedding gown, talking to God, getting into craft shows, making soap, homeschooling your child, baking good bread – I’m your woman.
Now, how can I help you?