Five Minute Friday: PERSPECTIVE as a Stronghold

When I lost my job in 2012, I began researching life coaching because I felt it was closely aligned to my teaching style. But once I started to consider it as a full-time career choice and what services I’d offer, I struggled with what others would think as far as it being a real job.

When I reached out for coaching myself to overcome this roadblock, I realized it was my own perception of a ‘real job’ that was getting in the way. I was used to working a 9-5 and didn’t really know a full-time life coach or how to make it a full-time business. It had also been ingrained in me growing up that I was to get a good education, which in turn would increase my chances of getting a good job with good benefits.

This perspective was a stronghold in the sense that had I not been willing to see things differently, it would have limited my opportunities. While I’m now a parallel entrepreneur (working a full-time job and coaching), I no longer believe I can’t be successful as a coach full-time or that it’s not a ‘real job’ or career. I’ve met hundreds of coaches who, in fact, are coaching full-time and making six figures because they didn’t allow themselves to be boxed in to a certain mindset.

How is your perspective a stronghold in your life? What has God called you to do, but because it doesn’t align with what you thought a successful relationship, successful career, etc. should look like, you don’t think it’s possible or relevant? The thing you’ve been on the fence about, consider it from a different perspective, or a different angle, if you will, and see the possibilities for more.

Thanks for reading. If you have a love for writing, but often times not sure what to write about, this is a good place to start and stay as we receive weekly word prompts from Kate Motaung via the Five Minute Friday Community Page. All you have to do is write for five minutes.

 

2 thoughts on “Five Minute Friday: PERSPECTIVE as a Stronghold

  1. Andrew Budek-Schmeisser says:

    I’d bought into the paradigm
    that poets were, well, dandified,
    and that penchant for the rhyme
    was something that manhood denied,
    for I was of a martial bent,
    a mercenary, unashamed;
    from where the money came, I went;
    and those that paid would be unnamed.
    But now I find that I was wrong,
    that poetry can clear my voice,
    that war is both a siren song,
    and can be the poet’s choice
    to make sense of a world gone mad,
    dichotomoy, happy and sad.

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