On this day ten years ago, I drove up to my new home in Missouri with a friend riding shotgun and my two very unhappy cats in the back seat. We had been on the road for 3 days, driving mostly on I 70 through Nevada, Utah, Colorado and Kansas to get here. Needless to say, the views were amazing.
My move was a new adventure, including a new house, community and culture. I had also sold or given away a large percentage of my possessions before leaving CA. It felt both scary and exciting.
It was about this time of year 24 years ago that I first started coaching. I didn’t feel ready and my first training was still in progress, but someone insisted they needed me. Then others followed.
Now, all these years later, I feel deeply grateful to have served many wonderful clients and built a practice that has supported me for so long. Early on I told God I would be grateful if I knew I had helped even one person. Looking back now at the many clients, meaningful moments, and expressions of gratitude I have received, I feel truly blessed.
In my profession it’s often recommended that coaches choose a niche and specialize in a specific area. I never did that. I simply met people where they were, helped them with whatever they needed most, and intuitively followed that thread.