I make my living as a coach. That being the case, I talk to lots of coaches and teachers and trainers and facilitators and educators. Interesting folks with plenty of stories to tell. Recently, though, I discovered an alarming tendency. In our knowledge society, with a plethora of coaches jamming the airwaves, I think we may be taking ourselves for granted. Not good.
Case in point: a few days ago I overhear some fellow coaches talking. The gist of their conversation? There are too many coaches. Not enough clients. We're a dime a dozen. Etc. Etc.
Unfortunately, I listened to them. I took their words to heart. I began to doubt my choice of profession. My inner critic was having a frigging field day.
But I steadied myself. I went back to the core. To the most important question of all:
Why am I a coach?
After days of pondering the question, I decided to put my answer on film. I spent twenty minutes writing some spoken word poetry. I've never written or performed spoken word before (assuming stand up comedy doesn't count as spoken word). I spent about 10 hours making the backdrop, setting up the lights (with Marike the Great), shooting the clips and editing the mofo. Sweaty work, let me tell you. But I'm encouraged by the result. Plus, now I remember why I'm a coach.