The other day I was driving home from a training that had my mind thinking about possibilities, opportunities and the future. During the training that day, the second day, I shared about my Dad. I shared with the group that when I lost him I was so scared to go to a workout class. What was my safe space, my fun space and my community had become my feared space. I was afraid that I would break down in the middle of a class in tears and not be able to hide it. I was so scared of that. So, I did yoga at home until I felt brave enough to go to a class. Little by little, I did small things to take care of myself.
That's a direction I want to go with my coaching. I want to help people who are going through hard life transitions. Happy or sad, chosen or forced, transitions are hard.
As I was driving home I was thinking about my day that day, thinking about my Dad and all that I had shared. I also remembered a conversation with my friend that was leading the training. I was basically asking her "why am I the way I am?" She said, "it's cause you're an eagle, not a duck." She may not have known that when she said it, but it made me really happy to hear that because it was another connection to my dad. See, eagles are something I look for all the time. They're a sign to me that Dad's right here with us.
Sometimes I use humor as a cover up, underneath my joke is a deeper meaning. As I continued thinking about the day I started thinking about eagles. I decided I want to get an eagle shirt. Yes... one of those nature shirts with an eagle on it. Partially, because it would be funny as that's totally not my style. Also, because it would be a tribute to my Dad and a connection to me... as my friend said, I'm an eagle.
JUST as I had that thought and laughed out loud (I also laugh at my own jokes) an eagle flew right over me, super low, right there while I was driving. That to me was Dad getting my joke and a nudge of encouragement to keep living out that vision for my coaching.
Then, later that evening I attended a presentation where I sat behind a man that looked and acted just like my dad. Watching him interact with people made me think to myself, "I bet today is the 4th." I looked at my phone and sure enough it was. The 4th is the date of the month that my Dad passed away, September 4th. I got goosebumps.
There are days and weeks where I miss my Dad more than usual. This week was one of them, it's during the times when I think about possibilities and what could be. He knows there is more in my heart than I'm sharing right now, and more I want to do to help others through my coaching. His support to keep going after it is evident in all those little signs, which to me, are a big deal.
So, don't be surprised if you see me in an eagle shirt someday soon. As for how I hope to help you with my coaching... stay tuned. You're going to love it, and at some point in time whether you want it or not, you're going to need it. Trust me.