SHARE – My story

by lorikoop


Create something special . . .

(Week 83)

Word for August: SHARE

The greatest good you can do for another is not just to share your riches, but to reveal to him his own.
Benjamin Disraeli

Reminds me of the reason I got into coaching.

When I was 18, I had no idea what I wanted to become. I did well with numbers and math. I didn’t get easy A’s in English. So, the suggestion to become a bookkeeping/accountant sounded like a good one.

That summer, college orientation included a real soul searching exercise. What do you REALLY want to do with your life? And I realized if I could do anything, I would be a fashion designer. I imagined inventing. I saw every day as different. Filled with color, textures and play. I left with a new major. And high as a kite.

Until I got home.

My dad did not approve. So eventually, I changed back to accounting. After all, I did like inventing new businesses and thinking of ways to market them (the creative parts). And I could see myself owning a business, many businesses, someday.

But the classes. Ugh!

Eventually I graduated Summa Cum Laude in Accounting. (I’m a hard worker.) And was sought after by top firms. They must have liked that I was president of my sorority. That I was in just about every organization I could be in, because I LOVED learning new things. With part-time work, my days were packed!

I don’t remember many details after graduation, except how miserable I was. Virtually the same thing every day. I tried several companies and positions in hopes of finding one that fit. But invariably, after the newness and learning had stopped, the “OH MY GOSH!” feeling set it. And it was time to look again.

I remember the moment I made the decision to find MY work. Work that brought meaning and joy. To find the life I was meant to live. Good-bye to regular paychecks, weekend work, and benefits with retirement plans. I packed my knapsack and my determination, and set on down the road for gold.

That was around 1985. I taught aerobics, coached gymnastics, sold binders and glue (don’t ask). I traveled to Europe, went back to art school for 4 full-time years (I have the loans to prove it), got married and had a baby. Web designed, photographed and taught. Painted, collaged and clayed. There was no end. No seeming direction. If I was interested, I followed that path.

Then I met Martha Beck. And I sold my grandfather’s college graduation gift of stocks (which had now added up to exactly the tuition) to take her Life Coach Training Course.

This month is graduation. And I am preparing to do the work I have been looking for. I’ve been practicing all summer. I know. THIS IS IT. The interesting thing is when this journey began years agi, Life Coaching didn’t even exist.

I wanted to tell you. To show you the passion. To explain the journey. So you would understand why it’s so important for me to help others find their right life. To give back hope.

The greatest good you can do for another is not just to share your riches, but to reveal to him his own.
Benjamin Disraeli

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Coming soon.

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