Thursday, 2 February 2012

Life Coach!!

Have you ever recruited one? Have you ever wanted to be one? Foolish questions I know. After all it’s the desire of any sentient being in this the 21st century and in the top ten of your bucket list - that's a given. In the 1980's, however, the concept was off the wall.

Those who know the mistress, and you sweet little poppets who read this blog, are aware that she has had a checkered career (more technicolour than black and white but nevertheless CHECK-ERRED). Therefore it will come as no surprise to learn that the mistress was one of the world’s first life coaches. However in the olden days, the early 1980's to be precise, I was known as a motivator, the motivator once my powers of persuasive encouragement (not manipulation I swear) became renowned. (These days we say “went viral” – couldn’t say it back then because of the herpes and whatnot but nowadays having herpes is a vadge of honour going by the personal blogs on the Fairfax Press webpage; looking forward to Gina Rinehart's take).

Truth be told my success as a motivator/life coach was courtesy of Brian. You might recall Brian, my old friend the autodidact-come-municipal council librarian; I used to talk about him during the early throes of my love affair with the blogosphere. Brian and I have been feuding, i.e. not talking, for the past 2-3 years. Needless to say our capers in coventry have caused our mutual friends much awkwardness at self-actualisation workshops, parties, wakes and the like. Regardless, we are never to be reconciled. What happened between us I cannot divulge.  All I can say is what happens in the Shire stays in the Shire.

Still credit where credit’s due has always been the Mistress’s motto and it’s thanks to Brian that I met Rick at a pyramid wealth seminar.

Rick was an amazing motivational speaker and a masterful TAFE teacher. I enrolled in his TAFE Motivator Course – “Choose Life”, and yes,  Rick was bitter about the boys from Wham an' all but he let it go and props to him, I say.  One day I’ll do his Saturday CBT sessions and rid myself of this cockin’ hairshirt but not quite yet for I’ve become accustomed to its weight.

Choose Life was a sensational course and Rick empowered me with the confidence to set forth and track down some apathetic souls and get ‘em going. My first port of call was a Rock against Work lunchtime gig....