It's interesting what your environment can do for your mental state. I often coach clients around their living space and what they want to change about it. Doing the work on myself, I realized that the bonus room as it was made me anxious. As such, I stared out the windows rather than look at the helter-skelter pile of boxes and random items on plastic shelves. Being committed to coaching and holding an emotional space for my clients also means committing to my own peaceful environmental space.
It's been almost a year since we moved into our fixer-upper home. The day after we were handed our keys, we had painters turn what was all peachy-pink walls into shades of blue, sea-foam green, and grey to support our ocean themed decor. After fresh paint, a small team came through to install ceramic tile flooring in our entry, vinyl wood in the office, and grey shag carpet in our living room, stairs and bedrooms. We left the original flooring in the kitchen, dining and third bedroom with plans to update at a later date. That time is now...
Last week, I was in a car accident. While I'm grateful I walked away from it, dazed but otherwise in one piece, a day later I noticed my right shoulder was numb. I was out of town and figured I'd just see if it went away on its own. By Monday, it hadn't, so I made an appointment with my acupuncturist on Tuesday.
It's serendipitous that my coaching homework assignment due today, my 38th birthday, was to write my story. My life's timeline of milestone events and people have all played a part in shaping who I am right now. My values and guiding principles have been molded by each interaction and action that have compounded to create me in all my uniqueness.
Over the past few months, I have reached out a few times to the Orange County SPCA about volunteering without a single reply. Today, I happened to drive past the Seal Beach Animal Care Center and noticed a sign stating that the shelter is extremely overcrowded and would not be accepting any additional animal surrenders. This tugged at my heart and I immediately made a U-turn and pulled into their parking lot. I walked in without knowing whether I was there to adopt a dog (Surprise Husby!) or to offer my help.
I'll admit that since moving to Orange County, I stopped working out at the gym. Back in San Jose, we had a gym in our complex, which made it both convenient and free. I could stroll downstairs, hop on an elliptical or bike for 20 minutes and then do 20 minutes of weights and be done. Easy-peasy. Here, it's a bigger commitment of time and finances.
A Life Coaching retreat in Pismo Beach was a great excuse for a road trip, wine-tasting, beach and bonding weekend.
A day full of surprises...and nothing going according to plan. That's ok, that's just how it goes.
As I plan for the future, I'm envisioning how I would go about designing a weekend coaching retreat or workshop (which I'd prefer to call "playshop"). Advice from master coaches focus on connecting with our original medicine and ideal day to lay the foundation for building a retreat on. Some coaches do Equis Training, where clients tap into their emotional energy to engage with horses. Others have nature retreats with a focus on forest bathing or using building a fire as a metaphor tool.
My husband and I bought our home last December. Prior to that, we had rented a small condo, where most of our neighbors were either vacationers who were visiting or retirees. For the three years prior that, we lived in a condo in downtown San Jose, which wasn't very family friendly and as such, most of our neighbors were empty nesters. I fully anticipated this to be our first Halloween passing candy out to trick-or-treaters.