Nobody ever said life was going to be easy, but then again, no one ever prepared us for it either. At age five we begin school - kindergarten through University - where we are expected to learn intellectually through mental constructs. As life goes on, we find that the real learning happens through life experience in which we learn the wisdom of our actions and the consequences of them. They say that is something you can never teach. I disagree with that.
Life doesn't have to be difficult; we are the ones who complicate it for ourselves . We are all here to learn certain life lessons - lessons we have chosen for ourselves. Wouldn't it be easier if we were told that information upfront? Wouldn't it be easier if we were told, "Hey, remember you are here to learn self-esteem. Throughout your life, you are going to attract people who are going to take advantage of you, take you for granted, make you feel not worthy. When this happens, don't feed the lesson; face it, overcome it and make your life better because of it. When you get the lesson, it stops." Why don't they tell us that in kindergarten?
Life lessons are not complicated; they are actually very easy, but when we don't get the lesson, the lesson repeats, which is extremely arduous and painful. These lessons are extremely simple concepts but extremely powerful in their healing ability. Had we learned these concepts early in life, we would all be much more consciously aware of our lives as adults.
My role is to help people find their life lessons and address them so they can move on with their lives. That is my work, but it wasn't always that way...
I never set out to be a life coach or anything close, but life clearly had other plans for me. I should start out by saying that I am a New Yorker, through and through. I am also a classic over-achiever (guess that is pretty much the same thing!). I collect degrees, maybe because I've always been under the impression that they were necessary and that they somehow determined how intelligent and successful one would be in life. Wow, was I wrong! I have since learned that education is extremely limited in its ability to teach us about life. Conversely, I have learned that experience is our greatest teacher. And when life's experiences beckon, it's time for that life-altering wake-up call. I know, because I got mine six years ago.
In 2009, I had it all. It was almost as if my life were sourced out of a page of New York Magazine. I was stylish, social, an advertising/publishing executive and a designer. I had my MBA and was a graduate student of interior design working as a Creative Services Director at a national design magazine. I was living on Madison Avenue directly across from the Metropolitan Museum of Art and Central Park, spending summers in Fire Island and the Hamptons, traveling to Europe for long weekends and holidays and enjoying the hottest new restaurants, champagne brunches and parties with my Euro friends.
I had also just moved in with the man of my dreams whom I believed I was marrying. He was two years older, European, 6'6" and extremely good looking with piercing blue eyes that could look right through you. He was a perfect gentleman; always opening doors for me and pulling back seat chairs. I always thanked him for every small gesture of kindness and attentiveness he gave me because they made me feel safe and loved. He was a beautiful man; a kind soul, extremely refined with high social graces and good manners. He was highly intelligent; he had a PhD in organic chemistry and had a great job in high tech. He was very charming and always drew people to him with his beautiful, warm smile. His energy was magnetic. He was so knowledgeable about everything - very much on top of all current events - in any part of the world. He also had the most impressive love of history and could recite any historical event and the impact it had on today's mode