You Should Probably Get Your Life Together First (or How to Know it's Time to Become a Yoga Instructor and Life Coach)
You're scared. You've been scared for a while now. Fear is the root of all paralysis and doubt. You study this. You preach this. You do your best to meditate this away every morning.
I know you thought quitting your “regular” work and working towards living out your real, actual heart was scary. (Ok. It was terrifying for all of us. For real. Rent is getting really expensive. And your groceries and yoga habits and adventures with your kids -- they're all becoming a problem.) You decided to pursue the work of your dreams instead of showing up every day to make everyone else's dreams happen, and someone important to you told you that your own life was too messy to really be a help to others. They told you that you should get your own shit together first.
You digested these words slowly over the course of a few years, as you do.
But. Um. Hey. What does that mean exactly? To have your shit together? Because I've been looking at you for a long time.
Do you know anyone else who was first generation to go to college and had the career of her dreams before 30? One or two? Cool. How about while mothering two lovely babies? Staying up at all hours so they could each have all of her during the night when she was home? Damn. Sounds like a hustle to me. She must have been tired.
Do you know many people who really loved -- and loved hard -- in their 20s? And then after failure, risked it all to love another and lose another after 30? Know anyone who lived and breathed life every day of this intense time period with gusto when every other friend and colleague was more cautious about the rat race and raising a family?
Yeah. Sounds like a special person to me, too.
As you approach 40, I'm so OK with you being a "mess.” Really. Because if having a "mess" means you have experienced the heartache of life and you wake every day seeing beauty and possibility, then you are a damn fine mess.
If being a "mess" means you're no longer willing to live out someone else's dreams at work or at home, then you're my hero. If being a "mess" means having the two most incredible teenagers on the planet, then go for it. If being a "mess" means you don't know exactly what's ahead and you're wise enough to embrace this truth, please be a mess. If being a "mess" means giving up your facade, then please be my fucking guru.
In your messiness, I see you. You're brave. You're kind. You make some interesting mistakes. You're wise beyond what I could have ever imagined staring at me across that mirror. (You also have great, messy hair, by the way).
I'm sorry it's taken you so long to hear all of the crazy cheerleaders in your life telling you you're going to be great at this new era of your life. But trust me. I know you. I see you. You and your mess are everything, and it's time to begin.
How would you like someone to help you give up your facade and pursue your dreams -- whatever they may be? Amber can help. Book a session.
Also, check out our Catalyst Coaching Intensive. It's filled with people who are a beautiful "mess." We call them family.