Maybe I shouldn’t have hired the first life coach I’d found online. Sub-zero wind chills rattled the single-paned windows while the cherry-red woodstove blazed to deep mahogany. The tea kettle whistled at a volume just below urgent.
“I need you to help me decide what to do, make a plan, and then hold me accountable for getting it done.”
I pulled one arm o…
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