I tell Kai that I’ve had a migraine all day, and that I’m extra emotional, but incredibly happy to help all these women and loving my coaching business so much.
Kai, not usually a touchy-feely guy, and in his usual dead-pan way, gives me a tender, crooked grin and says, “Corina Sahlin – changing women’s lives, even with a headache.”
This induces more happy tears in me, because I know that my son understands my deep, deep commitment and passion to help people.
Also, how’s that sentence for a tagline, huh?
Honestly, there’s nothing I would rather do than coaching women.
I’m not good at small talk. I can do it, I can hang out there, but I get bored and uncomfortable if the conversation hovers in the superficial realms too long. Where I really want to be is deep down, even and especially if it’s low in the muck and yucky shit we all deal with, because I’m not afraid of it. I welcome the struggle, because I’ve been in some pretty scary muck myself, and I’ve gotten myself out of it. Not alone, though, because we can’t become ourselves by ourselves. I’ve had amazing mentors, friends and evolutionary partners to support me, to teach me and hold me accountable.
I think at this point, my biggest message is that YOU ARE NOT ALONE, and you can’t do it by yourself. We all need guidance and perspective. The weird thing is: Nobody is coming to rescue you ~ you have to learn to do it for yourself, and it helps to have the support of a guide! And boy howdy, once you know the tools and practices to take care of yourself in a deep, emotional way, you are so much more empowered than waiting for your husband/friend/parent/relative to do it!
If you want to learn how to get out of the muck, how to really thrive and flourish (as I am now) you can book a free discovery session with me to see if this coaching work is a fit for you.
Oh, and today is my birthday! I’m officially 46 years old and moving towards having lived for half a century.
This thought is freaking me out a bit.
The other night around the dinner table, after I felt especially tired, my 8-year old daughter looked at me and said, “Mom, you look kind of old.”
Hmpf. Gotta find a way to teach that kid the art of giving constructive feedback, I guess.
And finally, that cake on top of this blog post? My 13-year old son Luke baked that for me, without any help or prompting from me.
I’m one lucky Mama.
Have a wonderful week! And remember, you are not alone!