I hate my Coach

For those of you who don't know (and why would you after all), I've been receiving coaching for the past year from a wonderful woman named Cynthia. We mutually decided that it would be best for me to switch coaches for the second year to move forward with publishing my book.

Cynthia recommended Niall. I've had two sessions with him in the last week and he has so severely irritated me that I just want to hunt him down and smack him. He's lucky he lives on the other side of the continent.

That means he is doing his job really well. Dang!

He is exactly the kind of coach that I deserve and I am finally getting a taste of my own painfully honest medicine. Now I know what my clients mean when they tell me that I almost made them cry, give up and never talk to me again.

That is how I feel right now.

Luckily, there is a little voice inside of me telling me to listen to him, to persevere and to trust that this is for my highest good.

That little voice is not my ego - it is my Highest Self. It is surely my ego that is telling me to give up and stay the same.

The ego hates growth, and it hates change. Not only are those big clues that the ego is running the show but it is also the ego that hates. Since 'I hate' my coach right now, I know that it is, in fact, my ego running scared.

Run little ego Run. Send me a postcard.