What pains me is that I don’t need coaching. I know what I’m passionate about. I know what I’m supposed to be doing. I know what I want to do. I already know what I like and enjoy doing. I know what it is that I’d like to do every morning when I wake up. I know what it is, that thing, that I would not mind waking up at 4am for. I don’t need to do a test to know what my strong points are. I don’t need to do a survey via a link on some career coaching website to know what I’m good at. I already know. But still, I do nothing about it.
I know what tickles my fancy. I know the flavour of my favourite cup ‘o tea. I know what my cherry on top would be. I know the path I want to take. I know where I want to go. I know where the bus station is, how much the bus costs. But still, I stand motionless.
I know what I would not mind doing all day long. And I know I would do it over and over and over again. In the morning, motshegare, le ka nako ya bosigo. Tirelessly. Effortlessly. Passionately. But still, I sit. Nothing.
I know what sets the fire in my belly alight. I know what’s music to my ears. I know what tune sets me in motion. I know what gets me in the mood. I know what I’m looking for and where to get it. But still, I remain crippled, flat on my behind.
I know what inspires me. I know what I applaud. I know what turns me on. I know what makes me take my hat off. I know what I love and respect. But still, I don’t make my move.
What is it that keeps me apart, away, far away from my God-given calling? What prevents me from finding my north star?
Is it fear?
The unknown? Change?
Is it stupidity?
Am I stubborn?
Am I timid?