I have never been much of a doer. My tendencies lean more toward talking. So much so that I think myself a motivator, not a life coach because life coaches, at the very least, have a history of doing. I’m more of a pusher. I push dreams like drugs on unsuspecting people.
The truth is, I see possibility in everyone. Unless I’m looking in a mirror, rose-colored glasses are permanently fixed to my face. Give me ten minutes with a person and I am convinced that with God, a little faith, and some elbow grease, anybody can be, have, or do whatever they want – as long as they yield to God’s instruction.
This week alone, I’ve tried to motivate friends and family members to create apps, start a catering business, buy real estate and host a podcast. I’m prepared to help each and every one of those people get started. I’m ready to get dirty with them, pray, and talk to investors. I’m ready to work.
What I find weird about this, is that I can’t seem to do any of the same things for myself. I can be bold for everyone else but have little to no desire to be bold on my own behalf. What’s the deal with that?
I was going to suggest that maybe this isn’t the right time to make moves in this area. I was going to give myself an exemption. School has started. I’m supposed to be writing. I’m busy. But no! If I can find the time to work with everyone else. I can work for me too! I can advocate for me. I can motivate myself! I can be my own encouragement pusher. I have to be my own encouragement pusher.