It has been a year. A year since I began the wild adventure that has become my life. A year ago I jumped into coaching, not knowing how it would happen but trusting that I would be able to find my way to learning what I needed to learn and growing in ways I needed to grow. And I was right! I’ve met new people, encountered new ideas and found new ways of being in relationship and all so that I can make the contribution I’m here to make and support others in doing that same thing.
It has been tough. I don’t always do what I’m say I’m going to do. I’ve been pushed and pulled and invited to grow. I’m not always sure I know what to say or how to be to best serve the people with whom I work. I sometimes feel tired and most of the time feel exhausted.
And yet, I am willing.
I’m willing to get up each morning and look for ways to be of service. I’m willing to learn from what I do “wrong” as much as I learn from what I do “right”. I’m willing to see that most of the time there is no wrong or right. There just is. And I’m willing to do all of this in community – which, to me, is the most important piece.
This year has been a wild adventure which is, after all, what I’m wanting for my life. I do not intend to arrive at the end, closed and not having offered all I am. I intend to live out loud, laugh with great joy, weep with deep pain and know that I did none of it alone.
So here’s to year two.
Here’s to the coaching and living and dancing and building. Here’s to the learning and sharing and being together.