And the theme of March will be grace. Grace upon grace.
grace [ greys ]
noun.
moral strength; a pleasing or attractive quality; a virtue or excellence.
Take a minute and consider what it means to be coachable. (And don’t look it up on dictionary.com.)
From the outside, what does it look like?
From the inside, what does it feel like?
Do you consider yourself coachable? If so, how long did it take you to get there?
What, in your opinion, are the necessary attributes and attitudes of someone who is coachable?
Why could it be beneficial to challenge yourself to become more coachable? How would that enhance your experience? How could it improve your relationships?
How can you apply coachability to life and not limit it to only the ‘sports context’?
My inspo for this post – my 17-year-old. She gets it. Like truly G E T S it. And the coolest thing – while she gets this, understands it to its very core, has the humility and maturity to gain from its benefits – she won’t settle for just getting it. She’ll keep honing the skill of being coachable…always increasing its inherent benefits by continually looking for learning (and the crux – the application of the learning). Could these questions benefit you today? And again another day? And another?
And one final question: How might the grace of showing up and giving your best, the grace of all feedback is relevant, the grace of I always have something to learn and the grace of trusting in purpose pave the way to personal coachability in your day to day?
*Post 1085
(No post for 3/23/18)
Weighty Hearts. Weighty Hair. :: 3/23/19 :: Post 557
I was getting ready to leave this morning and was making my coffee…in the background was a show Chris was watching. It was a medical drama of some sort.
Interestingly, I couldn’t get out of the house fast enough – the dialogue I was hearing and the few glances of the screen that I took totally triggered me and caused my anxiety to rise. I think there are times where I still get hit with the, “I have cancer!? Whoa.” sentiment. I’ve laid in hospital beds. I’ve had countless IV’s. I’ve been so weak I could hardly function. I’ve had surgeries and procedures and a bald head.
I’ve encountered the reality of my own mortality.
And yet, even though I’ve experienced the real, live, actual field of medicine, the sounds and images of it portrayed on a screen were too much for my heart to bear.
On a related note…
I was driving to my friend’s house and it occurred to me that I could feel how heavy my hair was. It was such a strange moment… It was strange because I’m not sure anyone really thinks about that? I’m not sure if people notice their own hair’s weight? I’m not sure if I would have ever known ‘how’ to feel my hair’s weight had it not been for having to shave my head, go totally bald and have it grow back?
I guess that’s just another one of those weird cancer experiences…
(No post for 3/23/20)