I’m sort of a know it all. No, not outwardly. If that were the case, I would have even fewer friends. I mean inside, I feel like I know what I need to know and that I have life pretty much figured out.
And then, March came and left.
You see, March was, according to my astrologist, supposed to be a time when I was to have some sort of in-the-stars, absolutely-meant-to-be, fateful moment where I was going to change the world. Oprah would call and recommend my book. Ted would invite me to talk and I would light the world on fire. My coaching practice will blow up and I will be a change agent with rippling effects. Each day ticked by until the days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to a month. And it was over.