I've been thinking a lot about this topic lately...pretty much since returning home from the epic World Domination Summit (which btw, I've been a complete non-conformist about in that I might be the only attendee who hasn't yet written a wrap-up post): I've been thinking about the definition of definition.
Definition: an exact statement or description of the nature, scope, or meaning of something
An exact statement. The word exact is what I'm having some issues with.
Let me see if I can explain what's been rattling around in my head these days.
The big question I've been asking myself is this: how do I want to show up in the world? What's my message, my gift, the one authentic thing that I can offer? What defines who I am, my life, my work, my being?
What defines me?
As I move into the realm of being a full-time coach and work on figuring out how my artwork will play into this, I'm starting to think about my identity. My brand, as many web consultant strategist coach-y folk out there would like to talk about, is a bit confused.
Am I crafty fanny, an artist who likes to paint giraffes and laughs all the time and is the "queen of silly"? Am I Tiffany Moore, Inspired Living Coach™, the coach who cheerleads and loves and blows bubbles of joy into your life?
Am I the ass-kicker who will coach the shit out of you in service of your own life? Who will hold you and your life and your future to a higher standard than you'll hold yourself to?
Or am I something else? Something undiscovered? Someone who can find a balance between all of those things, someone who has a cheery disposition, but also a depth of wisdom that will knock you off your feet if you aren't looking out.
It's an interesting place to be, my friends, as I try to navigate all of these things while still working on my life vision and building my business and simply showing up for life each day.
And how I continue to show up will be telling. And how I stop showing up will be telling. And how I shift how I show up will be telling.
It should be an interesting few months, I'm sure of that.
And there might be changes that occur as I evolve into this new me. This me who answers to me first, above all else. This me who doesn't worry so much about offending, about stepping on toes, about what others will think.
This me that is just me. No kidding, no apologies, no nothing. Just me.