The story of where I am now and where I'm going starts with the story of a wreck. I was driving along through the good part of town in a station wagon with my husband in the passenger seat. We were in the fast lane, headed toward a long and ordinary life together. I purposely jerked the wheel--hard--and wrecked my life as I knew it. Kablooey.
So I began my introduction the other morning as the Catalyst crew gathered in Kerri' Kelly's living room to talk about where we're going by sharing where we've been.
When identifying how our group had been curated, the brilliant Mark Gonzales, CEO of the Institute of Narrative Growth, pointed out that we were each in the business of staying focused in our own lanes, but that we were all driving to the same destination. Why not carpool?
Hence, Catalyst Collective. A carpooling service for those of us asking the question: "What does it mean to be a person of worth and purpose who belongs in and to the world?"
And so, thanks to the ever-poetic Mark Gonzales, the set of questions we landed on that morning to frame our getting to know one another--What lane are you in? Where are you going? Where have you been? What vehicle are you driving?
There's nothing like a good metaphor to open your eyes to a totally new way of seeing the same old shit. Through this frame, the story I've told a hundred times revealed new epiphanies. I reflected how for much of the last 11 years since "the wreck" I haven't had a car, as it were. I've been wandering barefoot. Sometimes weaving through multiple lanes of traffic consisting of every kind of vehicle imaginable (think India), sometimes padding my solitary way down a winding country road. I've often found myself peering longingly in the windows of station wagons like the one I used to drive, but having the freedom to explore has always won out. Or maybe it's my lack of faith in airbags…
Whether teaching yoga, guiding vision quests, working with adjudicated youth in the wilderness, getting a masters in Integral Education, working individually with coaching clients or writing books, it seems I have not moved terribly quickly in my bipedal mode. But I've been nimble. Exploratory. I've seen a lot. And I was connected to the earth beneath my feet and the people around me the whole way. I've been touched, impacted, broken and bolstered by the journey.
For better or worse, my vehicle has been my body. My fuel, the passionate curiosity of what it means to be me, embodied in my integrity.
Catalyst picked me up when I had tested throwing my thumb up to hitchhike. After declining rides from a few questionable offers, I knew Catalyst was my ride because it was not really a ride at all. It was a calvary of folks from different lanes in different vehicles saying,"Oh, you're going that way, too? Let's get creative about how we get to there. Let's do this like it's never been done before."
Because, as it turns out, some of us in Catalyst are on foot. Some of us are on a bike. Some on a motorcycle. Some of us have at times been stuffed into the trunk but now are confidently the one in the driver's seat. Some of us, for god's sake, are riding a bucking horse. Yeah, I said bucking.
So I'm thrilled to be part of this Catalyst Calvary. The folks that I've worked with so far through two rounds of Be A Catalyst and through the Summer Coaching Camp have been amazing. It's one of my greatest joys and honors to be a keeper of peoples' stories on this road, and to be a part of finding the authentic lane, speed and vehicle to get you where you're going, destination known or not. That's what Catalyst Coaching is all about--discerning what your obstacles are so you can move past them. Claiming the story of where you've been--including the shadowy parts!--so that you can move forward with more speed and purpose. Getting clear on who you really are and what you really have to offer--head and heart.
Summer is the perfect time to shift, baby. Or to get out of the car, drink in the scenery, and just take stock of where the hell you are so you know where to go next. Or to watch that convertible fly off the cliff, Thelma and Louise style.
Need someone to ride shotgun? I've got ya'. There are 5 more spaces left in August for the Summer Coaching Camp. You in?
Wanting to go solo for a bit? I encourage you to consider these questions below to help give you a jump start on getting more direction for your purpose:
What lane are you in?
Where are you going?
Where have you been?
What vehicle are you driving?