How Dare You! (Part One)

The Coach stands in the back of the room with searching eyes as the guests arrive, looking expectantly for that one woman who haunts her. “What will she look like this time?” As the Coach plays out different possibilities in her mind  ”Blonde, brunette, overweight, high heels, sneakers….” she knows it really doesn’t matter that it is a different woman every time, the coach will know her the minute their eyes connect….It’s that look…

Being a coach and always curious about human nature and what makes us ”tick” the Coach observes with curiosity and wonder as the room fills with the lively chatter of the women arriving for the presentation.  From her point of observation the coach is taking note of the expressions and postures of the woman as they enter the room. Hearing the chatter and the occasional loud bursts of laughter build as woman after woman file into the room warms the Coach’s heart. They come in groups of 3, 4 or pairs,  for the most part though it is one woman by herself.  Such variety, married, single, shy, boisterous, rich, poor, black, white, Asian, all wounded in the battle of life and the path they chose. Yet for all their variety they have a common link. Somewhere they each disconnected from their power and lost themselves.

The pairs and the group will usually chat among themselves and maybe invite a few nearby to join in on the conversation. The ones on their own will look around for a smile or face they can connect with and move toward that person, each hoping the other will speak first.  The Coach’s mind drifts again to that one woman who haunts her. That woman who comes  in just as the presentation is starting and heads for a seat in the back trying to hide and yet screaming softly, please notice me, talk to me, smile at me, anything just acknowledge that I exist.  Women like her have been rare at these events.  Deep in her thoughts the Coach tells herself “it has been a long time since “she” has shown up ,yet,  I know she will be here again” With that thought the Coach ponders, “what will I do different?” because each time this delicate flower of a woman wanting to find some kind of empowerment in herself that she can connect to dares to show up, the Coach loses her somewhere in the presentation.  The Coach is so frustrated, “I so  want to reach out and hold this woman close, just long enough for her to know she has been acknowledged as a being and then shake her awake gently with awareness and discovery to the awesome being she is!!”….. to be continued…

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