By this point, I’d already quit more stuff than most folks my age had even started - backpacking after a year, graduate degree, 2x PhD drop out - and a few career dips in, then out of both corporate america and the grand ole ivory tower of higher ed.
I desperately needed a fairy Godmother to Sankofa me out of this boring ass, living beneath my calling ass, mediocre ass life I was living...but how Sway?
Ooh - I know! Hire a business coach!
I mean that’s what was all the rage right about now right?
So that’s exactly what I did.
Except...my coach had less education than me. Like a LOT less.
But that’s okay! I mean - she had RESULTS under her belt!
Well she kinda, sorta had results...turns out all my coach’s “results” led both her AND me down this dank, dark and dirty alley they call Burnout Row.
But I’m no quitter! So I hired another one. And another one. And almost another one after that.
And well? Same dead ends. Burnout CIty.
Well damn! This didn’t seem right...
Somebody in the world had to NOT be burning out on their way to a million dollars around here?
There HAD to be a way to learn what I needed, practice my skills and make this coaching ship sail...what was it? And where would I find it?
I’d already been burnt three times by women with no business experience, no formal coaching framework they could share to bee line my success, and no experience working with other Shuri/Okoye/Romunda-type women like myself...that was three damn strikes yo! So hiring yet another coach was the absolute FURTHEST thing from my mind.
What the hell was I gone do?
Of course - that’s when my intuition kicked in and the lightbulb flickered on.