The first day of lessons two weeks ago was remarkably like the first day of school; anxious parents almost reluctantly releasing their crying children into the care of strangers. Marked differences included, but were not limited to: the strangers were teenagers, the crying persisted for many children through the entire lesson, and there was a shocking lack of get to know you time.
“I’m Tim and I’ll be your teacher. Allow me to take this opportunity to introduce you to the water.”
*push*
Within seconds of meeting, these teenagers had their groups of four to seven children under water, fighting for life, tears streaming down their fat little cheeks. So sad.
As other parents cringed for the sake of their little ones I found myself wishing I had a swim lesson coach of my own, but instead of swimming we would work on life. Is that what a life coach is? I’d always wondered…
Within two weeks these inexperienced youths were able to take extremely unwilling pupils and transform them into happy fish of varying skill level. What if I had someone who could chuck me into the deep water of what scares me?
“Hey you. Yeah, the one who’s always talked about learning Latin/Skiing/Raising Chickens/Writing a Book/Etc Etc Etc… Your time has come. Do or Die.”
*push*
They would ignore my crying and whinging, push me into doing new exciting/horrific things, and be the overall driving force of my life. Sounds awful, but awesome. Awfesome.
I suppose otherwise I could just develop that little thing called Motivation. But, ugh. That sounds hard.
Where do you find your motivation to jump into the pool of life? And do any of you know what a Life Coach actually does? I’m tempted to think it’s not quite as cool as my mental picture. *push*
I volunteer to be your life coach if it means I can push you into the pool when you least expect it. Beware. Tee hee!
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ReplyDeleteI think I might actually know some people who either are/were life coaches or who would at least know what one is. I will get back to you on that!
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