As some of you may know, I have been through the certification of life coaching through the John Maxwell organization.
When I enrolled end of February, I was not sure what I would expect from this training, and it was a little bit overwhelming as I was not how to use it apart from my passion for it, but then I started to understand the dynamic of what I can do to impact the world!
Well, about the Dream, I am not sure about you, but I was not raised to pursue my dream but to pursue a good safe life, this means following a path that would give me security and stability…
I remember listening to my parents that I should focus on my education, finish college and then hoping for a good job, better if it was in a public or governmental institution which I could have good perks, a good pension, and a good time for family. Yes, the plans for me to have a degree, then a good job were in parallel to find a good boyfriend, then get married, have a good husband and beautiful kids. Of course, within a happy family, we would own a good house and a good car.
Does this resonate with you?
I started to dare and say I had a dream which was “Live in America” as I explain in one of my posts My American Dream.
But there was something I didn’t say in the post…there was a hiccup along the way! When my dream was actually coming true, and we were in American land, my husband had quit his job in the UK, my son had a new school, and I had a new team waiting for me in my new job. Everything was planned and built-in with hope with no chance to look back and regret.
In my second week in America, while we were looking for a place to live, and a car, and taking care of all the papers, like driving license, I had a call from my sister at 3 am… doesn’t she know the time difference, (it was 8 am in Portugal)?? But immediately I felt it was something wrong!
My mom had a stroke, and she was in the hospital, and the doctors couldn’t tell the consequences but didn’t look good.
The day before I had a meeting of welcoming me to the new team! And I remember I mentioned I was so happy to join! Coming to America was a dream coming true!
But man!!!! that phone call from my sister changed the picture of everything! In your dream, you don’t have your mom having a stroke! NOOO!!
I remember, in a Saturday calling to my new boss, saying I needed to go to Portugal in a family emergency. And here I went, in a plane, letting my husband and son in America taking care of the house hunting, and the papers, while I was going to see my mom…the person who I love so much, and had plans to be part of this dream.
Being in Portugal with my mom laying down in a hospital bed not being able to move or talk…, made me regret about this dream… I had! F*ck this dream! I need to be close to my mom, and it is all I need!
My dad convinced me to come back… It was hard! It felt like a curse… but the time passed, my mom got better, not recovered yet, but I hope she can come to visit me one day.
I parked the idea of the dream, until I got pregnant, a very blessed pregnancy, and we had the most beautiful baby girl!
This baby came to spark my life with hope again! During maternity leave, I started a blog…
After a year I signed up for a life coaching certification.
And now I have a dream again, which I am trying to bring it to life! Be a life coach and help the women who want to follow their dream and they don’t know how…just like me, or my mom.
The big lesson here is sometimes it is a question of timing, but don’t give up never! Let the question spark your heart!
Do you have a Dream?