So, last year I invested around $7k (AUD) to study a Life Coaching course. It wasnt just a regular Certificate 4, it was a Diploma with the added subjects of mindfulness and meditation training (because I can’t ever just do something half-arsed).
Three months prior, I’d finished seeing an awesome & hilariously witty LC, myself and I wanted to keep on that onwards and upwards roller coaster (which I was actually deathly afraid of falling off of).
She (Life Coach chick) made it look pretty delightful being a Life Coach;
- working from home – no micro managing from bosses and office politics;
- low overheads for business setup;
- lots of opportunity to attend nerdy self development seminars – as a tax right off becuase: “I’m just learning all the things related to my life Coaching career”.
I also thought that career decision making was bullshit hard, and I wanted to just pretend like I was the same exact person as her, assuming I too, could excel in the same career.
Ultimately, I signed my life away and set off studying, GUNS BLAZING.
At the same time as studying I was writing and blogging – like a fiend – trying to get my work published anywhere I could. If I am to be honest, I actually preferred the writing (as an introvert who pretends to be extroverted) but, I thought that with a LC certificate under my belt, my writing would be taken more seriously.
I thought I was so clever. That I’d finally mastered the “What to do with self (and life)” dilemma, which had, up till that point, been spanning decades.
“Rebeccy, you clever little potato head, you! NO MORE office politics and mindlessly drumming out emails to strangers in your office job!
You’ll start your own business and be a fabulous Life Coach / Writer.
PS – Bravo, bitch.”
Alas, turns out I was only half right. While I love & appreciate self development and coaching, I dont know that I really ENJOY putting that to use on others and coaching THEM – as a full time gig. Sometimes I get over it all and I want to have days where I sit in my pjs and eat cereal for dinner and silently judge all the wannabe models on instagram – without feeling bad about it, y’know?
Coaching calls kind of give me anxiety. I feel all responsible for that person’s welfare and that they have to have a really ‘good’ session with me every time. Sometimes I fck it up by talking too much and trying to solve all of their problems for them (a big no, no in coaching).
Really, a lot of the time I’d just like to be left alone to my writing. I could happily sit for hours without eating or drinking, to work on an article. I even started branching out into Copywriting because, lets be serious, not everyone wants to – or needs to – always read my unintelligable stories. Copywriting is relevant and effective and mind blowingly interesting. There’s a point to it, you write for businesses (& or people) to persuade their audience to buy their service or product.
Its all psychological and salesy – and delightful.
So, I may have been a little ‘off’ with my assumption about a career in Life Coaching. And yeah, $7k probably could have been better spent on paying my car loan off or my european honeymoon.. but, it is what it is. At least it led me to my ‘ah-ha’ moment (albeit in an annoyingly drawn out and round-about-way).
I’m trying not to kick myself in the vadge too much about it.
For anyone else suffering career indecision or anxiety over your next job ‘move’ thinking:
CRIKEY, which is the right choice for me? I can’t fuck this up, too much rides on this decision”
Screw that, babe’o! Just stick your toes in and make a start. Jumping in SOMEWHERE is better than taking no action, remaining stuck in panicky indecision. Hell – you’ll figure out the finer details on the way and you’ll DETOUR beautifully if it’s not what you thought it would be.