“I’d love to have a coach, but I just can’t afford it.”

written by Mark DeVries
3 · 03 · 15

There are a lot of excuses for not building coaches into our lives.

One of my favorites is, “Sure, I’d love to have a coach, but I just can’t afford it.”

So…start with what you can afford.

If that’s nothing, ask 10 people you respect to give you a little coaching on a project you are working on (or on your soul).   I’ll guarantee that 2 of them will say yes (if they don’t, I’ll give you a little coaching myself!).

I have coaches I pay (my counselor, for example).  But when I first started building my team of coaches, every coach was a volunteer.

  • I’d find someone doing great youth ministry, and I’d take them to coffee every few months.
  • I’d find someone building great businesses, and buy them lunch.
  • I’d meet someone with a resonant faith and joyful countenance, and we’d meet together.

Some of the relationships became on-going, formal relationships.  Some were one-off meetings that helped me move the needle in some area of my life.

So take a quick inventory for yourself:

How many coaches would you like to have in what areas of your life?  How many do you actually have?  What are you going to do about it today?

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