Life Coach

In the fall of 1994, I went to BYU. It was my freshman year and I had no idea what I wanted to study. For five consecutive semesters, I had a different major declared.

I was going to study English, Psychology, Social Work, Creative Writing, and then Sociology. At the end of those two years, I had run out of general classes to take. I had to pick a major and stick with it.

I didn’t know what to do. Time had run out.

So I picked family science. I got to take classes about child development and parenting and all things relating to people and families and relationships. I loved my major.

I wanted to continue and attend graduate school to be a Marriage and Family Therapist. For a variety of reasons, including getting married right after I finished my undergrad, my plans changed a bit.

I received my Masters in Public Administration two years later, right after my first daughter was born.

Four months later, we moved down to LA so my husband could go to medical school while I became the manager of two apartment buildings. Surrounded by friends and neighbors who were all in medical, law, dental, or business school, I started to feel like my education was sub-par. I was embarrassed I had studied a social science.

I felt dumb for years. I never wanted to admit that I loved family science. I convinced myself I was just a mom who had wasted her education.

It was a destructive way to think about my choices.

A few years ago, when all my kids went to school, I started researching dietician programs and physical therapy programs and anything else I thought may interest me. I spun around and around in indecision. I felt like I wanted something more in my life, but I didn’t know what.

One day, I paid attention to the books I was reading and the podcasts I loved. They all dealt with social sciences! People and families and neighbors and friends…how we relate to each other.

Of course! It made perfect sense.

I realized I didn’t regret my major at all. I still loved family science. I also stopped believing that how smart I was had a direct correlation with what I had studied.

While this may sound so elementary, it was an a-ha moment for me. This self-discovery happened at the same time a friend recommended a new podcast to me…and I discovered life coaching.

Not only did I discover it, but I became a life coach myself! And this time, I have no embarrassment or regret attached. Like a kid in a candy store, I am home.

I’m a life coach, and it’s never felt better.

(If you’re curious about life coaching—-like what it is or who it is for—-go check out my Facebook page, Closer to Fine Coaching.)