some days i hate being a money coach

Hey Reader,

I don't think I've ever admitted this to anyone.

There are days I hate being a money coach.

Not the work. I love the work. I mean the heaviness that comes with it.

When Everyone Loved What I Did

When I was a yoga and Pilates person, everyone loved me.

Everyone wanted to talk to me about their injuries. Everyone wanted my advice. People thought it was so cool. I helped injured people. I taught senior yoga. I ran a kids yoga camp.

It wasn't controversial at all. It didn't matter who you were or what you did. It was a respectable career that everyone could get behind. Oh, cool. She helps people move better.

And when you own a brick-and-mortar business, people respect you for it. Small business is hard, and people know it.

Then I became a money coach, and suddenly everyone has an opinion.

That's Not the Hard Part

Some replies to my emails aren't nice. Some comments on my posts aren't great. I get a ton of unsubscribes. (Don't we all?)

But that stuff isn't the hard stuff. That's just part of the job. It comes with having a personal brand, putting yourself out there, and sharing your story so you can make a difference.

The hard stuff is standing up for what I believe in, especially in a group that doesn't get it.

When I'm talking about money in QWA, with people who respect me (and pay me 😉), it's totally different. But when someone asks me about being a money coach and I can tell they're judging me?! I end up talking about money out loud with people who don't agree with me...

That's very vulnerable. And honestly, I'd love to not have that conversation.

The One That Got Me

My family isn't known for getting into emotions. Which is ironic, because I'm an emotional projector with a Pisces moon. I feel everything, and I talk about it.

So here's the one unsubscribe that truly got me.

Someone I respect and love more than anyone in the world unsubscribed from this newsletter.

Because “reading it hurts.”

I still don't know what that means...

They won't elaborate...

Last Week

Last week, all of this had been accumulating and bubbling up so badly that I just couldn't help but cry. Like, a lot.

It was the combination of everything: the pressure, plus everyday stress, plus traveling, plus everything just feeling so hard.

Why You Get the Real Me

Honestly, I was saving all of this vulnerable money stuff for my book. But I'm going to test the waters and put it out here first.

Maybe it'll make publishing the book easier one day. Maybe not. Maybe this will be hard and that will be hard too. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Even with all of it, even with all the fun stuff, even with the parts of the job I don't like, you get the real version of me. All the time. Including this one, which isn't my proudest or the one I really want to talk about.

So if you're putting yourself out there or building something that matters to you, and it's costing you something, you're not doing it wrong.

Some things are hard for everyone. It doesn't mean the hard things aren't worth it.

I know my work matters and it's worth it, even on the days I don't love it.

Keep going. I'm right there with you, cheering for you every step of the way. 🙏🏻

Okay, great. The vulnerability's over now. Talk to you next week about something much lighter 😅