She wanted to invite me to speak at her dinner party.
There is truly nothing more gratifying then such an invitation. It promises, good food, lively conversation, connection with interesting people - and laughter - lots of laughter.
Except then she hesitated. "But what do you speak on. 'Forgiveness' is a bit old hat..." she paused.
I couldn't believe I had heard that. And I couldn't believe how relieved I was not to have to talk about that with her friends.
"Perhaps my story?" I suggested.
"Well - that's too....." her voice trailed away.
"Too long and too complicated," I offered quickly, not wanting to have to make her say that my story was just too sad and tragic for a light-hearted dinner party.
"Yes, is there anything else?" she asked.
I thought about my usual list - that my coach and I had decided on....
- Grief & Trauma
"Writing?" I offered.
"None of us are writers - or inclined that way," she answered.
I wondered what I could become an expert on quickly and appropriately. These days I'm not really interested in shopping, decorating or some of those more lighter topics. Faith, I assumed would be too directive.....
Then I remembered.... "Coaching?"I asked. It is new to my list - and I have never spoken on the topic. However it is - like anything new - tantalizing.
"Yes!" she said with enthusiasm. "Yes, that would fit quite nicely." Then she paused. "... but what do you mean by - coaching?"
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