My twitter bio knew before I did. Or maybe when I wrote it, there was a moment I chanced upon that tiny little place inside where the deep dreams rest. Regardless, I wrote it almost as an after thought and I echoed it on my Facebook profile - this thing of learning how to tell my story and helping you find yours.
This belief that your story can change the world.
Because I do believe it - I’ve seen it.
When I saw the phrases plastered there next to my name, I had to laugh. Who says platform and branding is planned? For me, it was spoken for in the very beginning. Story.
In case you missed my announcement earlier last week, I started story-coaching sessions. For November and December, these hour-long sessions are pay-what-you-can. When I hit publish, I didn’t know what I was doing, really. I just knew there was this instinct telling me to go for it - that now was the time, not later. By last weekend, I already had four sessions on the books.
A few days ago, I had my first session. All day long I really wasn’t sure if I’d be able to go through with it. This wasn’t the doubt that comes with some dreams, like the doubts I feel with writing. This was just the common cold rearing his big fat ugly head and well…skype isn’t that forgiving with sneezes and coughs. But, I did it and the whole hour I listened so intently to this other person who trusted me with her words - her story - her dreams that I completely forgot about being sick. I did. It wasn’t until I got off the computer and walked into the kitchen that I could feel everything sink back into place. The achiness, the chills, the need for sleep.
I couldn’t help but smile though, because in the midst of this experiment I’ve stumbled on something that really makes sense for me and guys? It’s exciting.
There are doubts. Just yesterday, staring at our bank account, the old fear creeped back in - the one who sat on my heart for so long just a few weeks ago - the one who whispered lies so strong I believed them. What am I doing? Where is the safety-net? How will this work? Who is going to sign up for this anyway? And then I got an email requesting more information. And then I got another one. And then a friend on twitter expressed interest. In the space of a few hours, I went from five to eight possible sessions and it was all my heart needed to breathe a little easier.
So here I am this morning, typing in disjointed thoughts because most of my words for the day are being spilled in an imperfect novel for NaNoWriMo. But, underneath it all - the words, the sessions, the fear that this won’t all work out - underneath it is a belief in this place and space God’s brought me. It’s been years in the making: from stories4stories with my sister, to dreaming of writing mentorships with inner city high school students, to actually mentoring students, to feeling the shift and pause of a dream in order for it to percolate and express itself in a completely different form. I can’t wait to see where it goes,
Are you interested in story-coaching? Fill out the form on my story-unfolding page and I will get back with you ASAP.