I thought I had everything I could ever want to be happy.
It was 2011, and I was in my 20s, making six figures. I worked for the biggest names in Silicon Valley: eBay, PayPal, Adobe. I drove a BMW. I lived in a gorgeous apartment in San Francisco. I took vacations on cruise ships around the Caribbean, with top DJs and their celebrity friends. According to Facebook, I was living the dream.
I was miserable.
Every morning, I woke up wanting nothing more than to disappear and start a new life on an exotic island where there were no alarm clocks allowed. Instead, I pressed snooze about 10 times. When I finally mustered up the energy to drag myself out of bed, dread would take over my body like a lead weight. Commuting to work was a mission: I’d watch the army of modern day tech zombies in hipster professional attire, headphones on their heads, heads buried in their phones. What were they thinking about? Were they also trying to devise a plan of how they would manage to survive the next 10 hours? I would arrive at the office with knots of anxiety in my stomach.
Sitting in front of my screen was like waiting in a never ending line at the DMV, but my number wasn’t ever going to be called. I felt this constant pressure hovering over the back of my neck, pushing me down into my seat. As employee number six thousand four hundred and something, I was a cog in a wheel. I wasn’t making a positive impact on anyone except for the top tech executives within a 20 mile radius. But I pushed my thoughts and emotions aside and told myself that it was a privilege to be there.
I ignored this feeling for almost a decade.
I desperately wanted more than this. I wanted to make a difference in people's lives - real peoples’ lives. I wanted to use my skills and talents the best way I could, and do work that I was interested in, immersed in and believed in. I wanted to wake up in the morning and feel excited.
Determined to make a change, I sought out help. I spoke with mentors, colleagues, friends and family to explore how I could use my strengths in possible career paths. I researched. I followed people on social media who led lives that were fascinating and inspiring to me. Many of them were life coaches, who helped people create fuller, richer and more meaningful lives… for a living. I had no idea that was a thing.
I hired my own coach, and was blown away at how much I got back. Not only did I find my true career path, but everything else in my life began to shift. I started reading voraciously, meditating, and spending more time out of my comfort zone. My relationships got richer as I became more emotionally expressive and vulnerable. I learned to love myself. For the first time in a long time, I had intention. I had hope. This stuff was magic!
As soon as I knew I wanted to become a life coach, I dove in. I took courses and received my certification from the Coaches Training Institute, which is the largest and most respected coaching school in the world,. I began to believe that anything was possible: that I could change my life and become a coach to remarkable clients, and do it from anywhere.
I could make my wildest dreams come true.
I want to give people the same experience. I want to help them achieve what they aspire most, and show them how much their world can change once they take that first step.
I am grateful for what life coaching has given me and I am amazed that I get to spread that magic to other people… for a living.
I now happily live and work remotely in Bali as a full time coach. There is no snooze button. There isn’t even an alarm clock. I wake up with excitement regardless of what day it is. I absolutely love what I do. If this isn’t a dream come true, I don’t know what is.
Have you got a dream? Let’s talk.