For 3 years, I've been a Beachbody Coach. Some of know my story - if you don't and want to read it, you can check it out here. My main purpose in writing this post is to give you a look into the my world, why I do what I do, and a story to think about when you hear the words network marketing or girlboss.
For years, I stumbled around with no direction. I had no clue what I was doing with my life or why I was doing it. I looked for passion and purpose and for joy in the everyday. I wrote famous quotes about being content on my chalkboard wall. I tried to shop, drink, cry, and beg my way to happiness - but I could never find it.
Please understand that I'm not crediting the company of Beachbody or the career of coaching with my entire happiness. I know plenty of coaches who have the same tools and resources that I have, but aren't happy. But I also know tons of coaches who have found the same thing I'm talking about here, through coaching and the joy it brings.
It's funny how two people with the same opportunities and events can have two completely different experiences - not just in this situation, but in life. How many times do we hear the table next to us screaming at their server as if they were eating garbage when we're eating the best burger we've ever tasted? Or what about when the person next to you on an airplane is sleeping like their on a Tempurpedic while you're doing everything you can to not progress to a full blown panic attack from all the turbulence?
Life is different for everyone - we don't all get the same opportunities and even when we do, we don't get the same results. What's my point here? Coaching is the first thing that's ever really felt different for me, at a heart level. I wasn't given the same opportunities as a lot of my peers growing up. I didn't have a perfectly planned for-paid for path into the real world. I always felt like if everyone else was starting at zero, I was starting in the negatives.
Coaching is the first thing that didn't care how much money I had, what brand my jeans were, what college I went to (or lack there of), or how my marriage was functioning. Coaching didn't chose favorites, and it didn't give anyone home field advantage. It was the first place that allowed me to show up full of excitement and hope, give it my all, and reap the same rewards as everyone else.
Coaching took a grassy patch of land and paved a way for me. It gave me the tools that no one had ever taught me. I spent years in school learning algebra and biology, but no one ever explained how to be a good person. I was a gymnast and cheerleader for years, and never learned discipline or determination like I did from coaching.
Here's where it gets tricky. Coaching didn't really teach me any of those things. The outside packaging looks like a job as health and fitness coach, but when you peel back the layers, I'm not really about health or fitness. I'm about self-love, self-appreciation, and instilling a belief in others that's so powerful it will shake up their world. THEY will shake up their world. GOD will shake up their world, just like He did to mine.
When I wasn't taking care of myself, it wasn't because I didn't have the tools or the meal plan or the workouts. That was the excuse on the surface. But below it were the real reasons, piled high and teetering from side to side, ready to crumble at any moment. I didn't love myself enough to try. I didn't believe I could do it. I had been playing a record in my head for as long as I could remember that I wasn't meant for great things. I wasn't really valuable to anyone, I was the girl who started in the negatives.
But God was working - the whole time, He's never stopped. He never believed those things about me. He doesn't believe those things about you either. He planted seed after seed, showing me the way to a happier, healthier life. He stayed patient when I gave up. He nudged me when I sat still. He let me rest when I was tired of banging my head against the wall. He fought for me, protected me, and started to show me all the reasons I am valuable.
A non-believer might rewrite those statements to go something like this; My husband helped me. My friends were patient with me. My parents fought for me. A non-believer sees the good things that go on all around them all the time, and thinks to themselves how nice it must be to have such amazing friends, good parents, and a husband that loves them. I know, because I used to be that person. But now I see that it's God working on me through others.
How do we see a perfect God in an earthly world? Through the love of others. A helping hand, an encouraging message, a free coffee at Starbucks, a neighbor who picks up your trashcan that's rolling around the street. How do the non-believers like me turn into believers like me? Experiencing the love of a perfect God in a way that they can accept. Ephesians 2:10 says, "God has made us what we are. He has created us in Christ Jesus to live lives filled with good works that he has prepared for us to do."
Coaching didn't open up the doors for Jesus to work - I wish I had made it that easy. Coaching was more of an envelope that was slipped under the pad-locked door of a foreclosed house. God's love came disguised in a way that I would accept it - the friendships I'd never had, the purpose I always desired, the healthy body that I so badly needed. He's smart, creative, and desires a relationship with us so much that sometimes He has to work in ways we might not predict. He's the inventor of "meet someone where they're at". Now, I get to be the doorway for Him to work in someone else who's just as stubborn as I was (am).
I love health and fitness. I love blogging and travel. I love creating, motivating, inspiring, being a business owner, shopping for office supplies, even keeping a spreadsheet for my tax write-offs. Those are all symbols of the really cool life I now have. But I love Jesus more than any of those things. For His message, I'll do things I don't want to do. I'll send out messages to those who ignore me, I'll share intimate and scary parts of my life very openly, and I'll show up every day to avoid wasting one precious second that He decided I was responsible for.
God loves me and He's using me for something big, which is a statement I used to find very uncomfortable to say, but I've recently realized that there's nothing arrogant about boasting about God's love. What I do isn't always fun. Sometimes, quite honestly, it's frustrating and it sucks. But I love my work, because I'm not working for anyone but Him. He uses each of us differently, and I'm so grateful that He's called me for this, because the great life that's come as a result is just a bonus I don't deserve.
That is the real reason I'm a coach. You might not always agree with my line of work, my posts, or even my messages. And truth be told, I'm screwing them up somewhere. If I'm playing the game of telephone with God, what He's asking and what I'm delivering are probably very different more often than not. But I'm trying my best. My work is done with my heart seeking to reach people and my eyes fixed on Him.