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I don’t want to be a coach today.
I love what I do; this is not about that.
It’s about vulnerability. Freedom. Identity. It’s about being who I am when I’m off the clock and being it here in this space. It’s about not having answers, or even questions. It’s about being. Openly. Unapologetically.
Today I was a wife. I saw my husband cry. I touched his arm. I listened. We laughed, shared burritos, and picked up groceries.
Today I was a daughter. I called my dad. I told him that I missed him and that I wanted to see him soon. I didn’t tell him that one of my deepest fears is that he will pass away before I move closer to home and then I’ll regret all the years I spent so far away from the nest. We talked about the weather. We said we’d probably see each other soon.
Today I cleaned out my entire house. We’re moving in a couple months, and today was purge day. Day of going through the entire house and making a pile of things we want to leave behind. A bunny creamer I got for a birthday. A throw we got as a wedding gift. The DVR we never even used. A pile of memories. Of shapes that have taken space in our home for years. All that we have no significant attachment to. Could I leave it all behind? Sometimes I want to.
This is who I was today. A nothing day, I guess. A mundane day. But filled with beautiful and happy and sad little moments.
If I was being a coach, I’d leave you with a thoughtful question so you could draw out your own lesson from this post. But I’m not gonna do that, because that’s not who I’m being today.
And besides, I trust you.
I trust you to gather up all the beautiful and happy and sad little moments of your day. Because that’s who you are. And sometimes the mundane is just enough.