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The Question I Hate Being Asked, and The Answer I Have For It



The one question I have heard and become fatigued of answering is whether or not I am qualified to be a Life Coach if I haven't quite sorted out my own life.  Although my response to that question is addressed in the above video, I wanted to touch on a few things that I wasn't able to cover in depth within the six minute time frame I gave myself to make the video. 
I don't facilitate prejudice. Yes, I said it. I don't entertain prejudice on any level. There is a reason why I maintain the appearance that I do. I don't dress this way just because it's my sense of style. I also dress this way to prove what I am capable of in spite of it. Being a woman, being Black, appearing "punk" have nothing to do with my heart. They speak to my my spirit but they don't define it. When I am on the phone counseling a friend for hours, that is what identifies me. When I am in an elderly woman's apartment helping her after she had fallen off the bed, that identifies me. What I DO speaks to my character. 
What I look like is merely a glimpse into who I am and because I am a wonderfully made work of art, my appearance is constantly changing anyway. I don't hold myself to other's expectations and most times, I reject other's expectations. 
I'm Life Coach because coaching is not only what I love, but what I was called to do. I have experienced a reciprocity of blessings through meaningful conversation and providing support long before I became certified to coach. Now that I have created a way to do this on a greater scale, I won't allow any doubt to deter me from my aspirations. 
If there is something that you are called to do, do it. Don't allow the ideas of others to cause you to waiver. They just may need to be exposed to your ideas in order to have a change of heart. Be encouraged. 

Be Blessed, 

Yomi 
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