right doesn't equal easy

It's been a looking back kind of day.  Just like any other day I have off, I am still up at 4:30 a.m. thinking, list making, reading the news, drinking my coffee and beginning my start to attempting to be as productive at my "home" work as I am at my "paying" job. 

I'm not the biggest fan of consistency, but I do have some structures in my routine that I just can't seem to let go of. One of them, up early always no matter what's going on or how I am feeling. Sleep to me has always felt like a waste of time.   And so that feeling is etched deep into my life, and like clock work, at 4:30 I'm up, and beginning my day.

Today though I awoke with a lack of enthusiasm. Just not wanting to start my day, I would have preferred a bit more sleep or maybe it was just not wanting to sit down and write this or the other letter I needed to write today.  Either way....I lolligagged my way out of bed, straggled to the kitchen, bumped into the counter, grasped for the pull light in the kitchen, missed my coffee cup and blindly wandered down the hall to my cozy make-shift office/art studio.  I kerplunked my butt down into my comfy office chair, wrapped myself up in my afghan and starred at my monitor like it was an evil, possessed enemy.  Thinking to myself, it's only 5 a.m. and my shoulders are already slumped, this could possibly be the longest day of my life.  No that would be giving birth to my two grown gals. Neither one of them wanted to co-operate and labor was 2 full days.  So I would say that ranked up there as the longest, but this certainly was going to be agonizing, no matter how much coffee I pumped into my blood stream!

As I have been killing my brain slowly over the last few days of what I am going to write about, working on my niche, continuing with Coaching lessons, and all of the other general life ramblings, it occurred to me how friggen much older I feel than most of the people who signed up for LYL Creator's Guild Blog Challenge.  Not only was I feeling old, I was feeling this OMG sense of how I totally can not relate to what most of these amazing folks write about, how they see life, the impacts they are astoundingly building within their own communities and the general amazing energy that most of them radiate. It literally was blowing me out of the water, and causing me some serious concern as to what the hell I am doing even entering a blog challenge, that is mostly connecting with folks that are barely 30 something. 

So in an attempt to put off this blog entry, I sat down to write a really challenging letter to my district manager, concerning the behavior of my manager.  The lesser of two fears.  Don't get me wrong.  I fear both of these things.  Writing this blog, and equally writing my letter of concern.  Why did the letter win over my blog posting?  Because all though it has the potential to put me in a daily difficult spot with my own manager, his unacceptable management skills towards my hard working, honest co-workers can not continue or be tolerated any longer. And that took presidency over all else. It also is one of my reasons for deciding to take Coaching training.  All my life I have stood up for the under-dog.  The person whom never had any support, so they just go about life doing what they were shown from their parents before them. They simply do not realize that their is so much more to life, than working for someone else and having your dreams depend on how many 60 hour work weeks you can manage before you have a heart attack.

One of the things I have been struggling with while taking Coach Training Courses is that it is often implied that the "Best or Most" coach-able folks are ones who are Professional, Educated, Money in the bank,  Super-Women, who just need some guidance and some support to change their lives and become even more than Super-women.  From the very bottom of my heart, I could give two poops less about Super-women going through a mid-life change and wanting to some how change her already dynamic career.  I know it sounds kinda harsh.  But it is what it is. So how do you go about Coaching the "UNCOACH~ABLES"? 

Lights just went off, one of the gifts of writing!!! I love using that term, the UNCOACHABLES.  It literally just hit me, like a lightning bolt! So there I have it, my fabulous break through who maybe no one else will get this, but that's so perfectly ok.  Because I do, and that matters!

The UNCOACH~ABLES, your blue collar worker, just making ends meet.  Exhausted, defeated, and struggling who sees no light at the end of the tunnel.  Your single mom, living on welfare.  The introvert who quietly sits back and blends in with the wall paper, too scared to challenge themselves to reach for a higher goal.  The person who occasionally suffers mild bouts of depression, S.A.D. or simply low energy and can't seem to muster the energy to get done what needs to, so that they can improve their lives.  How about the un-employed soul who has been told at the local career center, a job is better than no job! Really?! What kind of defeating, dis-empowering advice is that?  What about the middle aged divorced mom, who is now an empty nester, completely alone and starting over, on all levels?  Financially, mentally, emotionally and for the first time ever, independently.  The college drop out, who has bounced from job to job never finding the perfect fit.  Your 40 something gypsy, who takes whatever job comes their way to pay the bills, and is barely scraping by. 

Financial, Educational, or Emotional levels I think are poor gauges for determining who is Coachable.  My personal mission is to create a space where those are not my gauges for helping other's to improve the qualities of their lives. It's about offering my services, listening to what they desire, creating an unconditional support system, and helping them to learn new skills and tools that will dramatically improve the quality of their lives, shining a light, so they can get out of that black hole they have sunk into.

Please excuse typos, grammar, run on sentences etc.  Because for me the content is more important than the rest of it. I know presentation, presentation and so on.  Bringing me back to right isn't always easy. I do not want to be a coach to get rich.  Nor do I want to be known for my perfect presentation, marketing skills, and smooth, tech savvy website.  I want to reach out and help, because after years of not having support from my own extremely dysfunctional, crazy family I have had to learn to stand on my own two feet, and believe in me alone. It's been a long and lonely road, one I do not feel anyone should have to live through. I want to give support because it's important, it makes people believe in themselves.

So on that note, I will wrap up my little ramblings for the week with a question for everyone to ponder.

Do you think that folks from all walks of life are Coachable, if they are ready to make a change? Depressed, broke, blue collar ass busters, introverted wall papers (like me), and mid-life uneducated, divorced, empty nesters alike. Shouldn't everyone be given an opportunity to create change?

Thanks for reading my rather lengthy struggle with right doesn't equal easy blog.

I would love input, thoughts, ideas, criticism, or anything else you would like to express.  Hope everyone has a delightful weekend!

~Kindness & Hugs
Shelley