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‘Me too,’ Cara added. ‘And not just because it means I get to be kid-free two evenings in a row.’ She grinned. What would her top passion turn out to be? Was it her duty to put her family at the top, or would something else clamber to take its place?
Liz handed out forms to each woman. ‘Don’t worry if you can’t do this until the workshop, but if you get a chance between now and then, start the process by writing down some of your passions. Fill in the form by completing the sentence,‘When my life is ideal, I am...’.So, in the case of the singer, ‘When my life is ideal I am... singing my own songs at sold out concerts around the world.’The aim is to come up with at least ten or more, and we’ll go through the process at the workshop to discover your top five.’
Cara tucked the form into her oversized handbag alongside school notes, receipts, tissues, snack bar wrappers, and God knows what else, then cursed under her breath when she noticed a food stain on the side of her top.Damn it.How did that happen? Probably Toby. At least she had kids to blame it on and wasn’t just a slob. Anyway, it didn’t matter now, she was excited about discovering her top five passions. Though she knew without a doubt that washing a mountain of clothing every day wouldn’t be one of them.
‘What are your top passions, Liz?’ asked Zoe with a tilt of her head.
‘I’ll tell you tomorrow night.’ Liz winked. ‘I’ll even show you my own vision board. Though it’s not as impressive asCara’s.’ She smiled in her direction and Cara waved her compliment away.
‘Hey, I’ve got an idea.’ Rebecca stood. ‘Liz, why don’t you have a go in the Hot Seat?’
Liz raised her eyebrows. Cara bet that she wasn’t expecting to go from coach to client tonight.
‘But Liz doesn’t need to,’ Zoe said. ‘She already has her life together.’
Liz held up her hands. ‘No, no, it’s okay. I’d be happy to sit in the chair and practise what I preach. I still have dreams and goals I want to work on. Life doesn’t reach a magical point of perfection, it’s always a work-in-progress.’ She wriggled onto the seat and clasped her hands together on her lap. ‘Zoe, with your journalistic skills, why don’t you facilitate?’
Zoe’s face brightened and her eyes widened beneath her glasses. ‘Sure.’ She held a pen to her mouth as a fake microphone.
Wendy laughed. ‘I used to do that as a teenager. Pretend I was a superstar diva!’
‘Me too!’ added Miranda.
She probably still does.
‘Don’t worry, I’m not going to sing.’ Zoe smiled, then cleared her throat. ‘Okay, Liz, by this time next year, where would you like things to be in terms of your career?’
‘I feel like I’m in a job interview!’ Liz laughed. ‘Okay, next year… well I’d still like to be doing what I’m doing, and I’d like to know that I’d helped all of you and that you were happy with how the course went. I’d actually like to run another life makeover club next year for a new group of people, or even three or four clubs – a different one each week.’ She nodded.
‘Awesome,’ said Zoe. ‘Have you made any plans yet to prepare for the extra clubs?’
‘Not yet.’
‘Maybe you should make some sort of progress on this over the next couple of months?’ Zoe suggested.
‘I could help spread the word,’ Rebecca piped up. ‘Flyers. What about flyers?’
‘Good idea, though I’m not quite ready to start advertising this early in the year,’ Liz replied.
‘Expressions of interest then?’
Liz twisted her lips to the side. ‘Actually, that could be worth doing. I could start a mailing list for people potentially interested in joining next year. No obligation, and it will give them time to learn more about what’s involved before taking that step. Thanks Rebecca.’
Rebecca beamed, her chin raised in confidence like she’d just found a buyer for an expensive property.
Zoe cleared her throat and held the pen to her mouth again. ‘So, Liz, would you like to make up a mailing list and some flyers and bring them to one of the upcoming meetings?’
‘I can do that, yes.’
‘I’d be happy to hand some out,’ said Miranda, and others agreed. ‘Or write a Facebook post and we can all share it.’ Cara knew some of her mothers’ group friends might be interested. Though she also knew that many wouldn’t pay that sort of money when they complained about how shocking it was that one particular brand of milk cost fifty-seven cents more than another. She felt so lucky that Pete had been enthusiastic about her joining the club and had helped pay for it.
‘Thanks everyone,’ Liz said. ‘Maybe I should tell you about my other business plans too.’
‘Please do,’ replied Zoe.
‘Ultimately what I’d like to achieve with The Life Makeover Club program is teach other life coaches my principles and strategies, and instruct them on how to run their own clubs.’
‘Like licensing your system?’ asked Rebecca.
