The Life of a Life Coach

A true story

It’s 9:14 am on a Wednesday. I’m looking out the giant window of my office, (a coffee shop in Los Feliz). The rain just stopped and I worry about all the people in Los Angeles who are panicking right now and turning into Gremlins because they got wet. I take my first sip of my nearly six dollar coffee (how do people live these days?!) as I gather my thoughts about what I want to blog about. I take a deep breath and check in with myself, something I do before I punch any keys. What I write needs to feel like it’s coming from an honest place or I feel like a fraud. I feel gross. Yes, I get paid to write so I don’t always have that luxury but when I blog, I still blog for me first. If I don’t, it will show in the writing. So it’s for me but it’s also for you.

I’m turning forty six next month. In Korean years, I’ll actually be forty seven. They count the time you’re in the womb. Thank God I live in America. Anyway, I’ve been replaying my life a lot like a little stick figure in an animated flip book. Divorce. Non-profit. Doing burpees. If you read me, you know the story.

I’ve been life coaching for roughly a decade now and I’ve learned so many things. About life, love, how to help others, using social media as a tool, building an audience, documenting your story. All the things. And I want to share with you what a life coach does…