So–she hired a Life Coach. This was a move she had considered for some time, looking on interestedly–and somewhat enviously–at her friend Chantal’s experience going to one for over a year. “What am I waiting for?” she decided. “I’ve been down that rabbit hole too many times, chasing after others, expecting a journey or a romance or the ‘perfect vacation’ to fulfill my every want & need. That doesn’t work!” Maybe it was like that poem she and her girlfriends passed around to each other in college years ago, the one that said: …You have to plant your own garden, …and water your own soul, …instead of waiting for someone else to bring you flowers… (or something like that). Maybe there was something to be taken from that corny old verse, in fact. At her first appointment at the Life Coach’s office, on Queen Elizabeth Way, she was asked to complete a questionnaire, about what had brought her here. “I want to be the proton!” was her opening sentence… “I want to put down ROOTS!”
TEXT: the nucleus of which to carry a positive charge, others will be invited to share in our space and create new reactions!
TEXT: Life was a series of packing and unpacking routines, always being the person who traveled to others, never staying put, never being the center around which other people moved. She was the electron. Oh, to be the proton! TEXT: As she swam at Jacques Cartier State Park Beach, she pondered a change of direction. Maybe she could should would stay put. Become the proton. To be the proton would have a mass