I always had a yearning.
I always knew there was something deep inside me wanting expression.
I was a great little schoolgirl – conscientious, well behaved, good humoured. I always did my homework on time and I always achieved academically. I was a good, good girl. And the yearning was there.
So I did my work and I went to Cambridge and I became a lawyer. And still the yearning was there.
I got married, had three beautiful children. Put my career and ambitions to one side while I raised them. I was happy to do so. Yet still the yearning was there.
I did some creative writing. Wrote a novel. The yearning started to recede.
I worked in fashion and style. The yearning receded some more.
I worked in a coaching business. On the business development side. Right business, wrong job. The yearning grew louder again. But this time the tone was different. Insistent. I knew in my heart I was close to something.
I realised that I wanted to train as a coach. So I dipped a toe in the water. I was scared. I ran back to what I thought was safe but it was no longer safe. The yearning became a deafening roar. I could not ignore it. But still I didn’t know what I needed. For maybe the first time in my life I didn’t know what to do.
I picked up the telephone and dialled a life coach I’d been recommended. ‘I would like to come and see you,’ I said. Out Loud. In that moment I knew what I was going to do. I quit my job. Trained as a life coach.
Since then my quest has been to be as good a coach as I can possibly be so I can help as many people as I possibly can.
My yearning has gone, replaced by sheer unadulterated joy. Joy that at long last after all this time I am doing what I love. I am being what I love.
Now I help other people express and act upon their yearning. Find their joy.
I have waited a long time for this but the wait was worthwhile.