Up against a wall again
Why bother even try?
You'll crumble and you'll fall again
Might as well lie down and die
The fight's been long, and so you fear
You'll crash with one more blow
With feeble hope and fainting heart
You've nowhere now to go
The wall is high; your faith is low
But turning back, don't dare
Surrender is your only choice
And it all seems so unfair
But this is where the gold is found
In bricks of patterned clay
All woven like a masterpiece
As if they're here to stay
The wall is your cocoon, my friend
Though masked as a bitter end
It's just a new beginning, dear
Not your enemy, but your friend
Get ready to be strengthened now
The gold awaits beyond
Mediocre never was your game
You were destined to be strong
Your brokenness and restless soul
Have come to make you heal
Life's about transformation, dear
With new strength to reveal
Lean in, be still, and listen now
A brand new day is nigh
Your wings are growing stronger, friend
Tomorrow you will fly!
Have you heard the following advice?:
“Don’t listen to leaders who tell you that you have to give away stuff for free, that you have to always post on social media, write books, and deliver courses in order to succeed as a coach. You need to learn to sell high-ticket coaching NOW!”
Said teachings have ONE smart point: “Don’t listen to leaders who tell you that you HAVE TO ____________.”
That one segment is true. Nobody can tell you that you HAVE TO promote yourself in a certain way.
But advising you to go for the gold right from the get-go - selling only high-ticket coaching - after giving one workshop or one free coaching consultation, is not only distasteful, but also incongruent with the true essence of coaching. Also, on the contrary, it is not even a measure of real confidence.
I get it ... the implied rationale used over and over is, "Clients get the most out of coaching when they INVEST IN THEMSELVES at their...
"Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again." - André Paul Guillaume Gide
That the sky could produce magnificent bright arcs with colors all playing together like orchestrated magic, fascinated my six year old mind. Up above the barn and beyond the tops of the apse trees, there a rainbow captivated my senses, and I perceived that God was having fun painting the sky in full color just to make me smile! I wanted to know why and how this phenomenon occurred. Magic was make-believe after all, and I had heard people say that everything must have a scientific explanation.
When the rainbow disappeared and then showed up again and again on other days, magic emerged in my mind as the predominant theory and explanation. Science can demonstrate the how ... how sunlight manipulates raindrops at just the right angle, and light is bent to reveal an array of colors, but...
Entrepreneurs come in all varieties. Expertise, competence, strengths, weaknesses, and natural gifts make us unique.
Six Entrepreneur Types have emerged in my observations, having coached and/or worked with nearly 300 entrepreneurs worldwide over the past decade. The Types are derived from research, academic study, and mastermind discussion with experts in psychology, social work, coaching, and personal development.
Each Entrepreneur Type has its own spectrum that overlaps most all others, and so, it should be no surprise if you notice aspects of yourself in each, with one or two Types bearing more semblance to you. (You will get an opportunity to self-evaluate after reading about the Types).
A scholarly work, by no means, this is a mere experiential, intuitive surveyance, not much different from any non-academic analysis of personality types. Use the Entrepreneur Types as you will, hopefully as insights into your roadblocks and natural strengths, so you can...
Has it ever happened to you
seemingly out of the blue
where you wake up one morning
and silently scream, "I am in a low, low funk,"
and you don't even know how it happened
or when it started?
You scroll back through your thoughts to recent happenings
and see many "little" things, but
none of them seem to be the root cause
of this nothingness - this slump,
this low, low, depressive state.
You had it all, so you thought.
You had life figured out, finally.
You were living in joy and shooting for the stars,
and your dream was very real in front of you.
Levity was your new norm, and in fact you even lifted others.
But there you are, now, refusing life, as if life has refused YOU.
You wonder which caused which?
What started what?
The proverbial chicken or egg question drives you mad
as it hangs in the air around you, freshly unanswered.
That which you swore you would not allow to happen happened,
and you don't want to face it.
You recall past inspirations from self and...
It’s nothing new, really. It has been stated a thousand times before, in a hundred different ways, and yet we still ask, and we wonder.
We doubt and fear, and often we just don’t believe in love.
Love, to some, is a far away ship that never comes in, or a star too far to dream of.
It is “the dream afraid of waking” and “the heart afraid of breaking.”
So we don’t take the chance, or we keep our guard up when we do.
Will my heart be broken? Will my soul be crushed?
Will someone take and not give back?
Will I be a fool for love? Will I lose the love … or lose myself in it?
Will I love too much, or too little? Will I know how to receive it?
Will I even know HOW to love?
Will someone leave once they see my shadows? Will they stay?
Will I be able to live with THEIR shadow?
Will I be committed enough, independent enough, lovable enough, dependent enough, brilliant enough,...
The elderly traveler sits by the roadway, sipping a cup of tea from water boiled over
an open fire. His cup is oddly shaped and hand-made out of clay from the river bank.
Long, silvery hair and leathery feet. The lines on his face bear a lifetime of defiant peace, and his eyes radiate a stalwart joy.
He's lived a life apart from the crowd - beneath them, some might say, but wiser souls reckon his place has always been in the realms of higher consciousness.
Resting whenever his body commands, his stamina lasts beyond norms.
The young, weary traveler is making
his way home. He is tired, but he must
keep moving. When his job is done, on
some elusive future date, then he can
rest, but for now there is no break. Tomorrow he will start all over again.
The sleep he will get tonight will have to
be enough to carry him through
another busy day. He hides his frustration like an obedient soldier.
Hungry mouths need food. His life and happiness can wait.