I used to joke that I had an invisible sign on my forehead that said, "Tell me your problems," because strangers everywhere seem drawn to me. While I was chaperoning a field trip at the extremely crowded viewing platform at the top of the Empire State Building, a security guard honed in on me to alleviate the pain his two children (a girl and a boy) experienced during his difficult divorce. And there was that time while I waited for the single restroom in a cafe on 9th Avenue that a burgeoning actress asked my advice about whether I thought she needed a personal manager yet. So intent was she on getting my response (a complete stranger, merely waiting for a restroom), that she waited for me to finish and followed me to the counter while I ordered my salad. (My answer was "do you think you need a manager at this point in your career?" She immediately decided no, she wasn't ready. Another satisfied customer).
It used to feel like a burden on me, every time I left the house, having to bear so many strangers' troubles. But at some point I began to embrace it, realizing that there must be something about my face or demeanor which invites personal disclosures. Talking to people is always enjoyable for me. I love hearing about people's interests, jobs, families, and lives. If I can help someone by offering an ear, it makes my day.
Which brings me to my new endeavor: I have begun a course of study at the Institute for Integrative Nutrition in order to become a Holistic Health and Wellness Coach. Soon I will be able to assist people with their health and lifestyle choices legitimately. I will even be able to practice sitting down, not leaning against rest room walls and guard rails.
I look forward to meeting new people and hearing their stories. Hopefully, I'll be able to assist them in achieving health and happiness. In the meantime, I will be blogging more frequently about my journey.
Thanks for reading! Have a great day.