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Cool if I tell you a quick story?
I don’t typically open up, but here goes nothing…
It started like any other day. One moment, I was complacent and at ease.
The next moment, I got an email (which was totally out of the blue) that dropped a huge bomb on me :
U N E M P L O Y M E N T.
So there I am.
Broke, in debt, back against the wall.
Nowhere to turn for help, guidance and support.
I was feeling it big time.
I was $40k in debt and couldn’t afford my student loan payments.
I was isolated and alone. All of my friends moved away to pursue bigger and better things, and were absolutely crushing it.
Whenever I’d take my girlfriend out to dinner, I would pray that she’d choose a spot with a dollar menu (wishful thinking, amirite?).
She ultimately dumped me and handed me a self-help book as a parting gift (titled “Get Your Sh*t Together”… perfect).
And the thought had come up, maybe I needed some help.
But I told myself: If I wait for someone else to come in and fix my life, I’m just settling for whatever dumb luck comes my way.
I’m willingly giving up my control, power and freedom over my life to whatever opportunity blows in with the wind. I’m basically looking for permission to be successful.
I refuse to let my life run by luck.
I refuse to settle for whatever comes along.
I refuse to ask for permission.
So it was time to sack up or shut up.
I decided to take stock of my current situation, my skills, my interests, my desires, MY LIFE.
In the past I would think:
“How can I find a coach?”
Luckily I flipped the question and asked:
“How can I coach myself?”
This requires a tool to track my thoughts, feelings and ideas. I needed to have conversations with myself. And there lies the power of journaling.
It’s a way to coach myself.
May sound silly to you, but going all in on journaling (the right kind, not “dear diary” crap) took me from in debt in mom’s basement…