For some time now acquaintances and friends have asked me to be their life coaches and I've written the requests off as flattery. I mean...yes I'm a good listener, sure, I've helped people solve problem, but me coach someone professionally? No, I didn't think I was ready and if I'm being honest I was more than a little scared of what that responsibility would mean for my life. A part of me thought it meant that I’d have to miraculously become perfect. Seriously, would I now have to give up trap music and only listen to gospel? Did this mean that Lecrea would all of sudden become my new favorite rapper, totally dismissing the years of die-hard fandomship (yes, I made up a word) I’ve given to Jay-Z? No more pencil skirts? You know the ones – they make you stand to the side in the mirror and think, “I look good, I ain’t lost it!” (Yoncé voice.) While these are the more trivial thoughts, there were serious reservations about embarking on this journey and I have to admit that I ran from it for quite some time.
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