My life has been exploding with change, and I have fallen farther and farther behind in talking about the changes. But I’ve been busy. And a bit scattered.
For some reason, I thought that once I became a coach there would be a clear path to follow. I envisioned defining my niche, identifying my ideal client, creating funnels and following marketing plans. It was a pretty straight path to success. An uphill path, sure, but one that just required staying on track to reach the goal.
Of course, I didn’t count on the pandemic. I didn’t count on the deaths of George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery, and Breonna Taylor, or the protests, particularly in Louisville, where I could watch unlimited hours of live-stream. I didn’t count on grandkids home from school ALL the time. And I would like to blame my fallling off the beaten path on all those things.
But the fact of the matter is that I’m just not good at staying on track. I don’t do well with goals, I don’t follow timelines, I don’t check off objectives.
It’s not that I don’t have goals. I (usually) do. Often, I have timelines and even objectives. I love to plan. But then my actual path looks like this – a tangle of paths doubling back on each other and going sideways.
Most of the time, that’s ok. Most of the time, I’m pretty sure that I’m going to get where I’m going sooner or later, and count on having some side trips along the way.
It has felt like a long journey this time. As if making a life transition were a big deal. An odyssey of sorts, requiring patience, energy and lots of perseverance. I kept plugging along, you know, wandering in the woods, over hills and through creeks and such, with an occasional walk on the beach.
I felt like I’d been wandering forever.
Not that I wasn’t having a good time – at least some of the time. I was. I met amazing people, forged friendships, and worked with terrific clients.
I learned soooo much. Lots of informal, along-the-way learning, of course, but also formal learning, the kind that comes with certificates. I hardly ever turn down an opportunity to gain skills or learn new approaches and the last few months have been packed with opportunity.
I’ll have more to say about what I learned in future posts, but I want to share a glance at the headlines of what I’ve been doing. I’ve posted videos at the end of this post that will give you a bit more information, but here’s a quick look.
- Mindful Self Compassion I needed more of it, so I decided I should teach it. I just finished a 12 week course and am well on my way to officially being a trained teacher. In the meantime, I’m working on practicing what I’m going to teach! (Video of Kristen Neff on the components of mindful self-compassion.)
- Conscious Business Coaching with BetterUp. I’ve been coaching BetterUp members for quite a while, but in this 8 week course, I learned things I didn’t even know I needed to know. I have some skills and expertise that will benefit my coachees more than they’ll ever know. (Video of Fred Kofman, originator of Conscious Business Coaching.)
- Cognitive Behavioral Coaching I became an emotional wellness coach for Lyra and part of the onboarding process includes weekly assignments on their unique coaching process. If you’ve known me a long time, you might think, “But, Fausta, you did cognitive behavioral therapy for years!” Yes. But Lyra brings some of those techniques into a coaching model that I love. (Video of Lyra Health coach Lindsay Leopold on what mental health coaching is, what it’s not, and how it can help you thrive.)
I was doing all three of those courses in October. With over 20 hours of classroom time and assignments some weeks, I felt like a full-time student. I loved it.
And I was super busy.
But I finished Mindful Self Compassion at the end of October. I got my certificate for the work in Cognitive Behavioral Coaching with Lyra in mid-November, and Conscious Business Coaching ended yesterday.
Yesterday, I looked around my life and realized that I felt good. My life has the flow I’ve been missing, the flow that I’ve been striving to find.
There’s a picture I often use as my cover photo. You may have seen it. It’s one I took on Zicatela Beach in Puerto Escondido, Mexico, which is where my daughter used to live. The waves there are wild. Surfer waves, much higher than I could swim in. But there’s a rock. In my mind, that rock is “Fausta’s Place to Ponder.” It sits just beyond the water, not so far removed that I can’t see the waves, feel them crashing all around me. I see myself in that space of my own, perched securely right in the middle of it.
Suddenly, I feel like I am where I belong, doing what I need to be doing.