Confession… I have not considered myself to be a very organized person. Ironically, I have been acknowledged on many occasions for my organizational skills. When it’s pointed out to me, I can see that I am very organized in certain areas of my life. Financial organization, budgeting, filing, record keeping, spreadsheets, data analysis, projections, etc… those have historically been anathema for me. I have avoided them as surely as a plague. All that said, I invite you to imagine my surprise when the first thought through my mind as I …
I’m in Arizona this week; quite a change from Florida, where I have lived since 1989. Nonetheless, the landscape is comfortably familiar to me, as I am a native of the high desert in California. I am visiting during monsoon season. It is marked by torrential downpours, flash floods, and the most amazing thing that happens in the desert. As my mother pointed out, “It is always Spring again after the rain.” This phenomenon provides a beautiful glimpse into the human spirit.
While visiting my son in Chicago, I attended a group where he volunteers as a facilitator. At some point during his talk, he made the comment, “My Mom thinks I’m perfect.” He was making a point about mothers and how they don’t think anyone is good enough for their children. I refrained from correcting him at the time, but it got me to thinking. I do not believe that my son is perfect. Stellar, yes. Perfect, no.
I am human. I get emotional, irrational, irritable, make mistakes, and get overwhelmed, just like everyone else. “BUT, YOU’RE A LIFE COACH!” is a common response to my less-than-stellar moments. Yes, I am a Life Coach, and a superb one at that. Being a Life Coach does not exempt me from the day-to-day hassles of life. As my Sweetheart pointed out, it does hold me to a higher standard of resolving them.