Learning How to Be a Qualified Life Coach

I never wanted to be a life coach. I never really new they existed. Having a coach was a sport thing. Anything else, like therapy or coaching was for wimps. Ever since I was a little boy, I’d been professing that I wanted to be a performer. But there weren’t any sport stars in my family, only theatre performers.  And we didn’t live in the nicest part of Melbourne, so there weren’t even any sport stars or performers in my neighbourhood.  I was fourteen years old when I did my first stage performance.  It was Riverboat and I sang “old man river” with black skin makeup. At the time it wasn’t seen as politically incorrect or racist. I see it now.  I needed to win at sport to have or be a hero, and I ended up in hospital paralysed from the neck down.  But that hospital time was like God saying: ‘You can’t do this.  This isn’t what you want, and it’s not going to happen.’  It wasn’t easy.  All through school I worked to be a hero.  I barely had time to study. I failed English and French. During my last year at high school i really studied and my career counsellor told me that I shouldn’t pursue anything much.  They recommended me being a quantity surveyor. People had been telling me my entire life that I was a loser. And this confirmed it.  So I just never went back to trust myself in exams or study.  I figured everything out by intuition.  I’d never even heard of a leader trusting anything other than logic.  I had to learn all that on my own.  I studied with old books on yoga and the ecology of the planet.  But I was still studying thirty hours a week. It didn’t help.  I applied to fifteen engineering schools and all of them rejected me. That’s when the depression set in.  And then I met my wife. It solved everything for seven years. I’d lost my dream but with my wife, I just distracted myself from that. On the 4th year after my divorce from a thirteen year marriage, it all came back .  I wanted to entertain people. But I had lost the chance to do it on musical stages. So, I pulled myself together.  I kept going.  I enrolled in the National Speakers of Australia program so I could prove that I was capable of succeeding on a higher level.  I took out my super fund and used it to write five books. And for the first time, I was able to focus on my writing instead of surviving.  I went into beast mode.  I was like a machine.  I spent a small fortune on teachers and writers to perfect my act. I made my first ‘keynote to 20 people for free, and 500 keynotes later I got paid..  And the next time I spoke was when I flew to Mexico for the World Business Consciousness program as an emergency speaker and Deepak Chopra got sick., I scored in the top 90th percentile in reviews and was invited to Canada to speak.  When those results came in, I almost crashed to the floor.  I was crying.  Because nobody knew how hard I prayed for this.  How hard I worked for this.  So hard.  So, so hard.  Only I knew.  I did this all by myself. And in Canada they loved my Aussie accent and blunt honesty. I worked with First Nations and youth at risk. Eventually, I moved to New York City and then back to Sydney. I was more the student than the teacher but I loved the stage. Then my back broke and I couldn’t keep travelling. I became a life coach. It’s like speaking to one person instead of thousands of people. And you get really really honest feedback. Like, I can’t do it because my wife or husband won’t like it. I ended up a life coach. I’m glad I did because now I’m negotiiating with the ego on sensitive topics, which is so beautiful and transparent. Far better than standing ovations that nobody really gives a shit about.

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