The Coffee Perspective

I never thought I’d say this, but I just had my first coaching session with a life coach. Not that I think I’m above coaching, counseling, or all that. In fact, I’m all for it. I love to delve deep into life and figure out the intricacies about why I do the things I do and how I can change what I don’t like.

I just never thought I’d have an opportunity to spoil myself by having a life coach.

And spoiled, I was.

It was indulgent. Like being fed mounds of the most luxurious chocolate without consuming any calories.

I’d love to share with you what we talked about in the session. Admittedly, I’m a little nervous putting myself out here like this, but, oddly enough, that’s exactly what we talked about in our session.

So, allow me to first put on my coffee perspective.

{{Ommmmmmmm}} <— That’s me meditating.

Coffee makes me feel comfortable and warm. It makes me happy.

{{Ommmmmmmmm}}

I am comfortable and warm. I am happy.

{{Inhale. Exhale.}}

Okay, here I go, being vulnerable for you because I think it might benefit some of you to see not only what coaching is like, but to hear that you’re not the only one who has things they’d like to work on.

And, since I like this whole “coffee perspective” concept, I’ll turn the coaching session into coffee steps too.

Grinding the Beans

It started off with lots of get-to-know-you questions. Becky asked me to give a brief bio of myself and I listed the facts: married, 4 kids under 5, graduated from college early because I did my first year of college in high school, have a BA in Marketing, was a pretty shy kid growing up.

She asked what my impression of coaching was. I told her I thought of it as sort of like counseling, but with more emphasis on achieving goals. She said that it’s definitely about the right now and looking forward to what’s next, creating goals, and partnering together to help me achieve those goals.

Then, we dove a little deeper.

Finding the Perfect Measurement

Becky asked what I wanted from coaching. I told her I wanted clarity, encouragement, and honestly, I merely crave adult conversation.

She chuckled. She’s a mama too, she gets it.

She asked what I was thankful for. I told her I like that I know how to create boundaries in life and with others (although that has definitely been something I’ve had to learn). I also appreciate that I’m pretty adaptable to different situations.

She asked what my weaknesses were. I told her over-analyzing and feeling insecure.

My favorite question was “Where are you at spiritually?” I told her I grew up in the church, did all of the normal church-y stuff kids are supposed to do, but later found myself surrounded by “Sunday Christians” and people I saw as hypocrites; nice and welcoming on Sunday, not nice the rest of the week. It shook my religious beliefs pretty hard. Still, I believed in God and I prayed every day, but I wasn’t so sure this religion thing was for me. I explained that Clint and I tried to find a church that felt authentic and real, but we didn’t find one for quite some time which only caused us to be even less motivated to get back into it. I explained that now that we have finally found a church that feels good, it has done wonders for all of us spiritually. I’m still very leery of religious-types and keep myself guarded from those that I feel are fake, but it feels very good to have found a place in church again.

That was all a half-an-hour.

Brewing the Coffee

For the next half-hour, she asked about what is bugging me, what is just at the forefront of my mind that I need to work out. I thought about it longer than I needed to. I knew what was on my mind, but I thought it was so incredibly stupid, I didn’t want to bring it up.

“Just blurt something out,” she said.

“Okay,” I resigned.

And it all came pouring (or shall I say “percolating”) out.

I told her about how I have this issue about second guessing everything I text, email, and pretty much say. How it is nerve-wracking for me to put myself out there, especially in a newer friendship or relationship, and how I possess a completely irrational fear that I’m going to be turned away from them.

{{Deep breath.}}

Okay.

Crud, I’m really putting myself out here with this blog, I really hope you guys get something from this!

[Most of all, I hope I don't scare away the friends I have! I *twitch* swear I'm not *twitch* crazy *twitch, twitch*]

“What does this all come down to?” she asked, more to herself and to jog my own thoughts.

“I’m afraid of looking like an idiot,” I said.

Which was true, but that wasn’t it. That wasn’t the issue. It didn’t feel like it was the issue.

She reiterated what I had said, trying, I assume to allow me to come to my own conclusion.

“I guess-” I began, and like my proverbial pot of coffee, the realization came bubbling to the surface, “I’m afraid of putting myself out there.”

“Vulnerability,” she said.

In one word. That was it! That was what has been nagging at me lately. It’s that vulnerability.

Now, we had an awesome jumping-off point.

It was a flood of realization, connecting past events to current issues, past emotions to current ones. As a child, I was shy. I had many missed opportunities because of this. I didn’t put myself out there and allow myself to be vulnerable, and I know there are many friendships I missed out on because of it. As an adult, I’m coming out of that shy girl shell. I am putting myself on the line, acting more bold, and trying to make friends and maintain friendships. Doing so requires a lot of vulnerability, though. A lot of putting myself out there, in hopes of getting the friendship I desire in return.

Of course, I also realize from past experiences that friendships can’t be entirely one-sided. If I’m the only one being vulnerable and putting myself out there, that’s no good; but sometimes that’s how friendships start out.

Pouring that First Cup

It was a great feeling to get that out in the open and know that what I had been worrying over wasn’t so silly after all. And really, it wasn’t about what I thought it was about. It wasn’t that I really thought people were automatically annoyed by me and didn’t want to be friends with me. It was my own insecurity, my own over-analyzing that was making me miserable.

Becky guided me through the perspectives I was experiencing when I allow myself to be vulnerable.

  • Nervous- When I am unsure of myself and what I say; how I feel when I am putting myself on the line.
  • “Yay!” giddy- When I feel like I am accepted; exhilarated.
  • Caring- One aspect of my vulnerability that I don’t feel nervous about. When I talk to a friend and tell them they’re on my heart, they truly are. I don’t feel nervous telling them this because I know this is something that is nothing but good to hear. I do this a lot and feel good about it. This is my calm confidence.
  • Shy- Again, unsure, nervous, considering not taking the leap and allowing myself to be vulnerable.

She challenged me to come up with a new perspective. Knowing what a fan of coffee I am, she called it The Coffee Perspective.

“Think of sitting and drinking coffee. How does it make you feel? What words describe coffee to you?” she asked.

“Comfortable, warm, Heaven, happy, everything is okay.”

{{What?! I love me some coffee.}}

“Alright, so this is what you can do,” she said. “You can choose to go into interactions with a nervous, giddy, caring, or shy perspective… or, you can choose your coffee perspective. Sometimes you’ll choose those other perspectives, but now, you can also choose a perspective where you’re comfortable and everything’s okay.”

Now… this wasn’t a newsflash by any means. I know that I can choose how I see things and react to them. It was oh-so-mind-easing to be told this by someone other than my own brain, who tends to be not so nice in the way she reveals facts.

[eg. "Uh, DUH, Lindsay. You know you're being dumb. Seriously, get over it, you're wasting our time." That's when I retaliate against that know-it-all brain of mine and do exactly the opposite of what she wants me to do. It's really a lose-lose situation.]

It gave me further assurance that what I’ve been consuming my brain with isn’t silly.

The best part, afterward, after we had pinpointed what was going on, a little chunk of my mind felt free and ready to be filled with much more important information and thoughts (like what to make for dinner…).

The Whipped Topping and a Sprinkle of Cocoa Powder

As if all of that weren’t enough, the end of our conversation revolved around Becky “championing” me. In other words, she told me all of the great things about me that I had revealed throughout our conversation and touched on the aspects that I revealed as my saboteurs.

Based on the answers I had given her for the various questions and the discussion that followed she listed my values as:

  • Cherishing deep connections with others
  • Authenticity
  • Drive (both in myself and seeking others who are driven)
  • Enjoying life
  • Seeking out other authentic people

She listed the saboteurs (or the things that I worry will bind and trap me in life) as:

  • Over-analyzing
  • Becoming the crabby old lady who owns 40 cats (Seriously! My worst nightmare.)
  • “Sunday Christians”- not wanting to become that person or be duped by those people either.

Post-Coffee Buzz

That was the quickest 60 minutes of my life, I believe. I’m looking forward to our next conversation tomorrow night, where she asked me to think of some amazing, peak times in my life. We’re going to discuss those, which I assume will be quite energizing.

I’m already feeling energized and motivated by our conversation. It was calming and encouraging to get something I thought was silly off my chest, to hear about how I have some pretty cool values that I stand by, and to know that I have goals to work toward and how to accomplish those goals. Right now, my goal is to go into conversations, blog posts, texts, and emails, with a comfortable, “Hey, everything’s okay, I don’t have anything to worry about” attitude. It sounds small, but for me, it’s huge.

Here’s a cool thing… I told her I was going to blog about our experience (actually, knowing that I am a blogger and how much I believe in being authentic, she encouraged it). She has an archaic website that is undergoing a re-vamp, however, since you don’t need a website to receive coaching (it’s just cool to have one and be visible), she wanted me to offer anyone who comments below an hour complementary session with her. It doesn’t matter where you live, she does all of her coaching on the phone.

So, if you’re interested, leave a comment below. Be sure to enter your email address so I have a way for her to get a hold of you.

Whew, I made it through (and props to you for making it through too)!

I’m about to post this sucka.

Put myself out there.

Be vulnerable.

I hope it was interesting for you to read and not all, “Blah, blah, blah. We get it, Lindsay, being vulnerable freaks you out and life coaching is awesome…”

Update: Apparently my mind wasn’t filled with “what to make for dinner,” seeing as how Lily had oatmeal and the rest of us also ate random “whatever’s in the cupboard” meals…