It has been days since I received the email from a life coach highly recommended by a couple of friends. In it was a document on how she assessed me. She summarized in a couple of paragraphs of how she saw through me. 

It took me a while to get a grip on what a stranger saw through me in a couple of hours of assessment session. Was I really that tired everyday? Really? I am that obvious? 

The first minute we talked, I remember her first words…

“You look tired.”

Well, I am. It’s exhausting. What about? I have no idea. In mind, she needs to give me that answer. What am I tired about? 

In a few days, I will start my first session. I am anxious, excited, afraid, happy, emotional, sad. Like a Starbucks frap venti drink. Blended with lots of emotions that hopefully tastes good, and will bring back life to my otherwise shrimp-like everyday mode.

Crossing my fingers and my toes.