Imperfect and thrilled

At 47 years old, I feel like I am finally fully stepping into my body, my power and my life. What a magical blessing. Shame was a big part of what was previously blocking me. Shame that arose from dysfunctional family dynamics, stifling societal messages and also just purely the nature of being human.

Predictably, I responded to the shame by climbing an illusive mountain of perfectionism. What an unfulfilling hamster wheel ride that was. In all areas of my life, I am putting down what is no longer mine to carry. And that includes my shame response of perfection. I simply do not resonate with it anymore. Period.

Interestingly enough, it's made me exponentially more confident in my ability to coach others. John Steinbeck once said 'And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.' I can now see clearly I am good at coaching. It is a gift I have to offer others. I no longer need to overprepare for a session with a client. I trust the process. I trust my toolbox of life experience, knowledge and intuition I have at my side. I trust in the innate gifts my clients' possess. I trust that we will find our way together as we listen to our inner wisdom and stay curious about the world around us. I trust that we will go on a journey of discovery together and it will be magical. Will it be perfect? Definitely not. Will it be good. Abso-fucking-lutely.