Coaching Call #070 is out! The topic of this week’s call is Why Didn’t She Get Her Dream Job?? Plus, How to Set Boundaries.
This client is frustrated and stressed in her current job. She thought she’d manifested the perfect alternative and applied, but then didn’t get it. Why not? Listen in as I explain why nothing went wrong, and how she had actually been moving TOWARDS her Dream Job (and can do so again).
We also covered a great deal of ground on how manifestation actually works (I offer my newest metaphor, which you have not read about on the blog), and why it’s so hard for most of us to actually implement the simple process, as well as a ton of strategies for setting boundaries with demanding people.
I think everyone should listen to this call, whether you’re frustrated in your job or not. It so perfectly illustrates the concepts of manifesting and deliberately receiving, that anyone wanting to learn how to apply LOA can’t afford to miss it.
I’ve got some incredible, exciting news! On several occasions in the past, I’ve announced changes to the blog and my business, often prompted by my continuously growing company and the resulting ever increasing workload. One of the things I came to realize a few months ago was that this one woman shop simply couldn’t stay so one womanly anymore. It was time to bring in some help.
So, I set about the process of manifesting the perfect assistant. What did I want? Well, most of all, I wanted relief, more relaxation, and for things to flow more easily. I had to acknowledge that being in an altered state (which I’m in when I coach and write, so, most of the time) isn’t conducive to detailed admin work. My brain simply couldn’t handle both in the same day. It’s a bit like going up in a hot air balloon to get a view of the entire country side, and then trying to focus on and read the fine print on a contract. Which is lying on the ground. In a field. Of tall grass. And it’s written in Chinese. I think you get the picture.
Defining what I wanted
I also wanted someone who(m)
- I could trust completely, not just to not pirate my content or anything like that, but also do just do an amazing job. I wanted someone I could completely and totally count on
- Would be excited about my business and love each and every one of you just as much as I do
- Would genuinely be invested in the business growing and reaching more and more people
- Was super organized
- Would be a self-starter with the ability to jump in and take stuff off my overwhelmed hands
- Was a lightworker and possibly even a healer
- Understands the Law of Attraction
- “Got” me (aka, could kind of read my mind and would just naturally do things the way I wanted to)
- Wouldn’t just tolerate but actually appreciate my weird and wacky and often decidedly juvenile sense of humor
- I wouldn’t mind having a glass of wine with
This was a fairly tall order, considering that I was looking for a part time assistant to start. But I was sure that the Universe could bring me someone who met all my criteria and for whom that situation was perfect. In fact, I wanted someone who would not just be willing to, but would WANT to start part time, but who had the ability and the desire to move into larger and larger roles as the business grew.
I set my intention and did my best to let it go. I relaxed and looked forward to the day when my assistant would start and I could delegate all the admin work. I fantasized about how easily and smoothly everything would flow, and how customer service would actually be better as a result. Essentially, I focused on more success with less work. Yeah, I didn’t ask for much at all…
And, of course, the Universe delivered. Boy did it deliver. I was talking to my sister one night, describing my situation and the assistant I wanted to manifest. My sister, whom I’ve written about before, is busy raising two amazing boys and was even busier managing the office for a chiropractor. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine hearing the words “What about me?” from her in regards to a position in my company.
It turns out that my dear sis is really excited about my business and jumped at the chance to be involved and help me. Although she’s massively overqualified for the position (she has a degree in Social Work, and is a certified Reiki healer), it turns out that this opportunity actually ticked quite a few of her own boxes. She’d be able to work from home, spend more time with her kids, and still be involved in a business she’s passionate about. Plus, you know, she can help her little sis become massively successful (she keeps saying she wants to be the Gail to my white Oprah. I’d also accept the female Alfred to my female Bruce Wayne.).
Tina’s been working behind the scenes, learning my business and taking work off of my shoulders the last few weeks. Now that she’s pretty much fully integrated, she’ll become more and more visible to my clients and readers, answering much of my mail (not questions from clients, obviously) and organizing my schedule. So, I figured it was about time that you met her.
The Happy Shiny Puppy Wrangler
Tina’s official title is “Happy Shiny Puppy Wrangler”, a moniker she chose herself. I also like “Kick Ass Assistant”, but since some people (not you guys, you guys are cool) are uptight about the word “ass”, we’ve opted to go with the first one. You know, the ass-less one…
Her job is to basically free me up from as much of the admin work as possible, so I can spend much more time romping around coaching, writing and creating super duper value for y’all. Together, we shall form a formidable Deliberate Receiving Team, like metaphysical superheroes, who spread joy and Happy Shiny Puppy Hugs to all (well, all who are a vibrational match to them…). I already have the capes, but Tina has, so far, refused to wear the spandex outfit. I have no idea why.
I warned Tina that when I introduced her on the blog, she would be inundated with welcome messages and hugs from my awesome audience, the Happy Shiny Puppies and the HSP’s in Training. I look forward to being proved right (no pressure, but I am kind of counting on you guys.)
Seriously though, I could not be happier (and neither could our mom, who just adores the fact that my sister and I are finally “playing nicely” together, you know, because when we were like five and nine, she used to sit on me until I cried, and I ruined all her favorite hand me downs by “artistically” staining them with chocolate).
So, let me be the first to say: Welcome to the Deliberate Receiving Family, Tina. And strap in. It’s going to be an awesome ride!