January, February and March $$ Worth

Hello, My Coach!!
OK… I’ve been absent from posting my $$ worth every month. So I’m catching up and moving on.

I certified as a life coach in December. I focused on making sure I got my $$ worth from that experience and I did. Here’s what I learned by coming to Dallas, doing the work, getting the coaching and finishing the practicum. This stuff is a skill. You, Brooke, are amazing but I’m delighted to tell you that you are not a unicorn. Rock on though, Unicorns are overrated. You know what’s underrated? Dozens and Dozens of fabulous coaches, all able to deliver results, leaving the hotel, heading out to change to the world. You might not be a unicorn, but we are your students and we are a revolution. Watching the coaches in my break out group get better and better as the week went on was a privilege. Understanding this work is a skill? Worth every penny.

OK – January SCS $$ (Free with Coach training… fiddled around, didn’t really do all the work. Same thing in February.) Turns out paying for stuff makes you work harder. GOOD TO KNOW.

March – year 3 of scholars. Back to work. Doing all the things, getting traction, focusing on building my future self, honoring my commitments, wondering if I was going to be able to do it all. Restarted my meditation practice – I used to have a gorgeous, full daily practice for many years, which I abandoned when I hit a wall with it. I’m back on the cushion this month – mostly because Scholars filled in some of the critical blanks for me. Working with the model, I finally saw a live thought as an object… (!) So, back I go to the cushion to see if I can get more distance from the thoughts in that space. Sit, sit, sit — all March.

This morning, I had only 10 minutes… I sat. Breathe in. Breathe out. One. Breathe in. Breathe out. Two. I should clean the shelf. Thinking. Breathe in, Breathe out. Three. I am amazing.

Boom. Overwhelming Joy and Gratitude filled me.

Never, in over seven years of sitting, has a positive thought about myself arose spontaneously.

Maybe you ARE a unicorn, Brooke. Maybe I am too.