James Simpson was released from jail today. I really don’t care. I kind of
forgot he was in there. If I cared, I would have been shocked that it’s been 9
years since he went behind bars. But I don’t care about OJ. What I think
about how much the world has changed in that space of time. In 2008, Obama was starting his first term, Facebook was taking the place of MySpace, and the Spill hadn't happened. I reflect on how much my world has changed: a few jobs, that White House Fellows thing, numerous dog health scares and two road trips across the country. I think about these things because I don’t care about OJ and his 9 years. I care about me.
This shouldn’t be shocking new to anyone who knows me. Since
he’s been locked up, I’ve moved from Huntsville to the beach to Huntsville to
Seattle for a disastrous relationship. Moved four times in my three years in
Seattle and then moved back to Alabama almost two months ago. The
move back happened unexpectedly and quicker than I thou…
Lynyrd Skynyrd is coming to a local casino in a few
weeks. A few weeks ago, the ads featuring
“Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I’m coming home to you” aired on the TV. Those lines danced through my head for a few days, and they
were mighty present when a friend/consultant said, “Oh, hey, we (the firm she
works for) are up for a job in Alabama.” We were at lunch and my new hire –
just four days into her job – was with us. I tried to play it cool, “Well, let
me know if you need anything.” A week later airline tickets and hotels were booked for a
quick trip to Mobile for me and the co-president of the public relations firm –
a company I have wanted to work at for two years. We planned and interviewed
and hoped. A few weeks later - and Sweet Home, I’m coming. And this
time, I’m not leaving. I have been busy manifesting things for the last few months:
alternative work schedules, good seats at fancy restaurants, new clients, etc.
For a year or so, I’ve been wondering how I would land a job where I w…
I was standing on the train platform looking at my Facebook memories feed for that day when what to my wondering eyes should appear but the following declaration from seven years before: I want to be a life coach. Chills. Pure chills. Because later that day - seven years after I had declared my intentions - I was interviewing for Seattle Coach, the area's leading training program. It was no coincidence. I could not believe I had waited seven years to follow my dream!
Fast forward a year plus forward and I have wrapped up my coach training and here I am, launching my coaching practice.
Last week was our final class day. We all went out to celebrate and bid each other farewell with tears and hugs. Not this girl, I was so stoic. Until I got home and looked at my certificate. Pride overwhelmed me. Throughout the program I've been coaching my classmates and willing clients. And I love it. It sets me on fire to see those ah-ha moments and walk with people as they journey to greatne…