
Karen Rowe http://www.frontroweseat.com/
Another extraordinary woman!
Karen shares her experience of her recent coaching intensive.
Life-Shadowing. I’m not sure I’d go
back to any other way of personal coaching. 3 days, 24 hours, a year’s worth of
work and a lifetime of value all rolled into one kind, conscious, compassionate
ass-kicking.
I am a roll-up-my-sleeves kind of gal; I have no time to waste waiting for my next big insight and my next revelation. I need it now. So let’s get this show on the road and spend some concentrated time getting to the bottom of it all. No sense dragging it on.
Enter Cathy.
The experience was fascinating, intense and liberating. I realized for one, that NO ONE IS COMING. No one is coming. It’s just me. So I had better start saving myself. I realized that I have spent my entire life trying to prove myself right about an ideal that doesn’t even serve me, that I have been a Chameleon masking who I really am; that I will do anything to be loved, including sell myself and my ideals down the river for a speck of attention, approval or affection.
Scary, messy, gross? Hell yes. Worth it? Every second. And Cathy was by my side the whole time, at the mouth of the cave, shining a flashlight and calling my name. She gave me the opportunity to see myself clearly, fairly and gently. She helped me to anchor within and reconnect with my personal compass.
In the end, I see. I see that I can trust my intuition, surrender my attachment to outcome, let go of judgement, and still be safe, happy and dy-no-mite.
Yes, please Universe. More of that.
I am a roll-up-my-sleeves kind of gal; I have no time to waste waiting for my next big insight and my next revelation. I need it now. So let’s get this show on the road and spend some concentrated time getting to the bottom of it all. No sense dragging it on.
Enter Cathy.
The experience was fascinating, intense and liberating. I realized for one, that NO ONE IS COMING. No one is coming. It’s just me. So I had better start saving myself. I realized that I have spent my entire life trying to prove myself right about an ideal that doesn’t even serve me, that I have been a Chameleon masking who I really am; that I will do anything to be loved, including sell myself and my ideals down the river for a speck of attention, approval or affection.
Scary, messy, gross? Hell yes. Worth it? Every second. And Cathy was by my side the whole time, at the mouth of the cave, shining a flashlight and calling my name. She gave me the opportunity to see myself clearly, fairly and gently. She helped me to anchor within and reconnect with my personal compass.
In the end, I see. I see that I can trust my intuition, surrender my attachment to outcome, let go of judgement, and still be safe, happy and dy-no-mite.
Yes, please Universe. More of that.
