I was first introduced to the concept of a "Life Coach" at a planning retreat hosted by my formal school district. At this retreat I was asked to take off my shoes, walk around the room, shake hands, and hug everyone else in the room without smiling...broke teachers - shoes = stinky socks with holesAt the time it felt like a lot of hooey, and I don't doubt that in large part it was. But after this 2-day retreat I was super hot to trot on pursuing my newly-discovered goal: Getting an MFA in Theater. Had my superintendent not brought his personal life-coaching consultants in, I'd probably still be teaching and living in the bay area.
stinky socks with holes = awkward
awkward = smiling/laughing
= an inordinately difficult exercise
Which is why I was so excited when my acting-classmate told me that the supremely likable Dallas Travers, of Sage Marketing for Actors, did life coaching at $75/hr. I scheduled my first private coaching session with her for Friday. But when I discovered that her actual rates were something closer to $125 for 50min, my tailed dropped between my legs and I called to cancel my session.
It seems like one needs to have their life pretty well on track before they can afford to bring in someone to coach them along.
So that leaves YOU, oh reader of mine, to leave comments that kick my ass into gear if I ever seem to be slacking.
2 comments:
your ass + a gear = sounds awful but is actually really good.
do it. get on it.
i've got my eye on you.
Thanks for the posts. I too quit my teaching job in SF to take up a completely unrelated career. And, as if that wasn't enough, I decided to move to the other coast. Three weeks into my new life I’m feeling less than optimistic about my prospects and my, perhaps, rash decisions but stumbling upon your blog has inexplicably boosted my resolve.
Fuck the life coach. Ass kicking is what friends are for.
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