It seems I’ve broken the rules of blogging and gone almost two weeks without posting anything new.
Ah, well. Such is life.
The reality is that school started last week and I took the week to spend some time enjoying the quiet in my house.
That, and I was so damn frustrated that I couldn’t breathe.
You want to know what sent me into a tailspin, causing me to question everything?
I’m trying to get insurance to cover my life coaching business so that my butt is covered if someone decides that I gave them bad advice. Sad that it’s needed, but okay.
So the nice insurance lady calls me and says,
“Underwriter would like to know what makes you think you are qualified to be a Life Coach?”
I very nicely reply, “I have a diploma as a Social Service Worker.”
“Oh great,” She says, “And how long have you worked in the field?”
” About twenty years,” say I.
“And with what company or organization?” She wants to know.
Oh dear, I think. Here we go. “Well, I’ve never actually been paid for what I do.”
“So you’ve never actually worked in the field. So what is it that makes you qualified to be a life coach?”
I try a different tract, “20 years of life experience, then.”
“Like what?” She asks. I can hear in her voice that she’s starting to think I’m an idiot. And now I’m getting annoyed.
“Okay, well, let’s start with multiple marriages, so I know quite a bit about relationships. Abuse in one of those marriages, so that’s covered. I have two kids, and siblings with large families, so I think I have some parenting wisdom to share. Also, I’ve worked with people dealing with everything from abortion to childhood sexual abuse to coming out of the closet to…” And she stops me there.
“So,” She says, patiently, “You think that all this experience, even though you’ve never worked as a Social Worker, plus your diploma, qualifies you to be a Life Coach?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Okay, well, I’ll put it to the underwriter.” Still sounding like she thinks I’m a loon for even thinking about becoming a Life Coach. After all, I’ve never been paid for any of this, so what could I possibly have to offer?
And we hang up. And now I’m frustrated.
Could she be right? Am I just chasing another dream that’s gonna end up where all the other ones have? In the trash because I got too frustrated to follow through.
I’ll be honest. That conversation was enough to put me in a funk for quite a few days. I even started looking for a job. I started reasoning that it would be easier to just continue doing what I was doing and work at some crummy job to pay the bills.
Gaa. I hate crummy jobs.
But, you know what happened? My best friend called with relationship issues. Then my niece texted me with some general life questions. And I realized that the insurance lady is wrong. Working with people is what I do. It’s who I am. And it’s about time I started getting paid for it.
So I’m gonna work my butt off. And I’m gonna accept that the insurance company thinks I’m a loon and will likely charge me an arm and a leg. And that’s okay.
This is what I was meant to do and I’m not going to let anyone or any thing get in my way.