Wonderfully Imperfect
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i am a woman on the edge -- on the edge of greatness, of mania, and of wonder and amazement, all at the same time.
i am an artist and a corporate refugee, who has struggled and derailed and been really STUCK....and who continually dusts herself off.
here i share my artistic and personal journey, and how i became known as the "princess of getting up again" and the "imp-ress of imperfection."
it's a celebration of continually focusing on "being where i am," and never coming from a place of lack or "not good enough". it's a celebration of being "wonderfully imperfect", and you're invited!
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I’m getting burned out or turned off or just PUT OFF, somehow,
by COACHING MANIA.
Seems like everyone is a coach.
Which in theory, I accept --- many of us have skills of empathy and are able to help our friends
examine issues easier left UN-EXAMINED....
but yet I get turned off when I am “marketed to”.
Not only have many coaches jumped on the e-book and tele-class bandwagon,
but now I’m being inundated with notifications that they’ve teamed up
with SUCH AND SUCH BIG NAME MARKETER
OR WEB-PERSON
OR MEDIA PERSON.....
.....AND THEY HAVE A ONE STOP SOLUTION FOR ME!!
DANG IT, PEOPLE!! BACK OFF!!
I FEEL LIKE A NUMBER—THE NUMBER ON YOUR DOLLARS IN YOUR POCKET!!
I’m realizing that their behavior bothers me IN PART
because I’ve been hesitant to define MY OWN abilities as a coach --
frankly, I still struggle with the “WHO IS MY TRIBE” sorta thing
and whether or not I really WANT to hang out that shingle in a big way.
Maybe because I was raised in a family that valued academia above all else,
completing coaching programs without an advanced degree to go along
still seems kinda SMARMY.
YEAH I KNOW --- I’M A BITCH ABOUT THIS, I REALIZE!
But this BIG BIG MARKETING “CHANGE YOUR LIFE, COME TO MY 3-DAY WEEKEND
AND FOREVER BE IMPROVED” just bugs the shit outta me!
And it makes me question the credibility of the entire profession.
If you TOO are peturbed....read Laura Young’s take on it:
http://antwatching.blogspot.com/2006/05/talkin-bout-revolution.html
http://antwatching.blogspot.com/2006/05/thoughts-on-womens-growth-and.html
http://antwatching.blogspot.com/2006/05/baby-and-bathwater-back-story-on-my.html
http://antwatching.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-daily-show-now-onionlife.html
(In a hurry? The SHORT version can be found in the post “Baby and the Bathwater”!)
And yeah, Laura is not only a ICF-CERTIFIED COACH,
but also one who began her career as a psychologist....
so I really PAID ATTENTION to her rant!!
And it’s helped me say I DON’T WANNA BE A COACH.
I GUESS I’M THE UN-COACH!!!
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I just wanna vent!
I’ve spent most of the past 2 months either being sicker than a dog, or fighting computer glitches.
I’ve had shingles, OVER AND OVER.
All of a sudden I’m able to sense when they’re coming on:
there’s a weird tast in my mouth,
a tingling, as my fever starts to kick in.
Sometimes it turns into shingles and others into (AGGGGH) fever blisters
where I’ve got these lovely blisters in my mouth and down my throat.
BUT THE WORST THING
is getting Several days of a worse-than-killer-flu-THANG
that KNOCKS ME ON MY BUTT
AND MAKES ME ABSO-FRIGGING-LUTELY WORTHLESS.
IT’S DRAG-MY-ASS-TO-THE-COUCH TIME,
drifting in and out of fever,
until my body decides it’s Ok -
And then, a few days later
(CAN WE HAVE SOME “JAWS” MUSIC, PLEASE?)
I’LL GET EM AGAIN!!!
Not ONLY am I cancelling everything I was SUPPOSED to be doing,
and either pissing people off BIGTIME, or sending them the message that I’M A FLAKE----
when I FINALLY get my butt back in gear,
it seems I’M EITHER STILL FIGHTING WITH SOME COMPUTER VIRUS
OR SOME GLITCH ON MY HARD DRIVE!
YEAH, I KNOW.......
I’m sure the Universe has some reason for all of this!!
I just don’t have a clue WHAT.
HEY THERE....UNIVERSE.....
COULD-JA JUST SEND ME AN EMAIL NEXT TIME, HUH???????
(now then:
back to the couch!!!)
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