There’s the truth, and then there’s The Truth.
It took me a couple of decades to decipher the difference.
If you’re here, I’m guessing you’re interested in The Truth. Capital T. The Big Time. The Real Deal.
Here’s my Truth (tangles & all):
I’ve always wanted to help people. Serving cocktails, locking down real estate deals, coordinating events — it didn’t matter what I was doing with my life, as long as I felt useful... and the people around me were happy. All smiles. No snags.
Then I realearned (that’s a combination of ‘realized’ + ‘learned’, by the way) that sometimes being truly helpful means making people uncomfortable.
Like when you ask the tough, sticky questions that nobody wants to hear, let alone answer.
Like when you call people on their shit — and lo & behold, they actually wake up.
Like when the appropriate answer is YES, but you say NO — and everyone around you is rattled, for the better.
So I ditched my Master Plan (MBA, high-gloss career, marriage, mortgage, baby, ba-boom!) and answered some uncomfortable questions of my own.
What do I actually want, out of life?
Am I doing anything to make those dreams a reality?
And if so, am I actually trying my hardest?
My answers didn’t exactly thrill me. So I quit my job. Traveled to France. Made some art. Made some mistakes. Started a stationery line. Started a blog. Started to find (ridiculous) reasons not to blog. Got over those excuses (mostly). Found a new job. Found some new mentors. Co-founded a gorgeous studio for artists & writers.
And then found (zing-ooh!) my Big Thing — life & business coaching for people who want to stop someday-ing, and simply start creating.
Today, I’m a Certified Professional Co-Active Coach (no autographs, please) — and I’m so privileged & PROUD to declare that my Big Thing has finally become my Real Life.
Dreams do come true.
Especially when you demand it.
So, what’s your Truth — capital T?
And what’s your Dream — capital D?
I’d love to hear about them. And coach your lil’ tail off, till you’ve got what you Want.
With extreme l-o-v-e,