I decided my two options for tonight would be a) update this blog, or b) Become a certified life coach 16 hours online classes weekly (from a link to my gmail).
Even if I took classes, I still wouldn’t be qualified to be anyone’s life coach, and I think this is true of most life coaches. Although I often act like I’m trying to be someone’s life coach, and usually it is to the tune of “Don’t leave NYC! Keep trying! It will get better!”
Over the past few years, friends have let me know they don’t know how much longer they can “take” New York. It took me some time to learn not to take this personally, and I am still learning how to not try to force them to stay here, because that’s my instinct. I guess it’s because I’ve never once thought “I want to be somewhere else but New York.” Growing up, I couldn’t wait to get here, and even in college, I remember thinking “I like this place, and it’s a good place to be, but someday I will be in New York.”
I guess I just can’t relate to those thoughts of unhappiness. I mean, sure, I’m unhappy sometimes. But I could never blame this place.
I realize what I sound like, but I can’t help it. So if you are one of those friends whom I have ever tried to persuade to stay, I’m sorry. If I do it again, please, pat my head (and rub my tummy) and tell me to cool it, toots.