πŸ¦β€β¬› Soul Goal. I Know You Have One πŸ¦β€β¬›


Guten Tag, Reader,

Over in the Midlife Wilderness Expeditions, I wrote the participants a real honest email this week. I told them I feared they would shove the material I had taken days to create to the back of their junk drawers and that I might never see them again.

I shared that in all my years as a coach and even more years as a sponsor in my 12-Step Program, I have lost most people at the stage they were entering in our adventure:

The action stage.

You see, the dreaming and scheming phases are fun and exciting. Because you can't really do that wrong. Nobody will judge for your wildest, most improbable goals as long as they remain on your vision board. I mean, your partner might wonder why you have images of the Danish National Soccer Team up there. Still, they might not be too worried until you take the first steps to learning Danish.

Even the climbing-out-of-the-rubble phase (whether that's the remnants of an alcoholic relationship, a lost job, or a devastating diagnosis) is simple, as there is really only one way out of the abyss.

But this phase, the action and commitment phase, is freaking people out. Because there is no guaranteed outcome.

  • You might write until your fingers bleed but never finish your book. Ask me how I know.
  • You might invest all your money and energy into degrees and certifications, but when it comes to actually starting a business, you might not make your money back in a long time. Ask me how I know.
  • You might get the nomination to run to be the first female president of the United States. And people might vote for a convicted felon instead. No need to ask me how I know.

Listen, I have made it clear that I am not the kind of coach who pushes clients to never stop setting and reaching goals for hustle's sake. In fact, as I am writing this, I realize that my clients start thriving when they stop chasing more for more's sake.

And then…

There are goals for soul's sake.

These goals call you towards what is uniquely You: Your values, skills, and dreams, not towards some external measure of success.

Guiding women toward their Soul Goals is one of mine. Seeing the look in their eyes or feeling the energy over the Zoom line when they are finally clear about theirs – that's my measure of success.

And then…

The stakes are so much higher for a Soul Goal.

It's easy for the Mindset Bros on Instagram (OMG, why are there soooo many of them) to glorify failure as part of the hustle. They are not dealing with Soul Goals but capitalist culture's superficial bullshit goals over there.

Soul Goals are tender, fragile, and deeply connected to the Self. It's not something one can imagine failing at. But you know what: The only way to fail with 100% certainty is to never get started. That is why taking action is urgent. Because it IS so scary.

Let's get to work on your Soul Goal.

  • If you are feeling a lingering discontent...
  • If you are in the US and the election has stirred up some female fury that needs to be catalyzed into action...
  • If you feel the urgency of time running out for you...

Please let's chat. You can reply to this email or book a free meet-the-coach call. I'd love to show you how to identify and move towards your unique, precious Soul Goal. We can still start this year.

Oh, and if one of your Soul Goals is to go on a Women's River Retreat with me and Angie Stegall, we have exciting news to share soon. For now, I'm just going to drop this here:

Reminder: The 2024 Email Advent Calendar is Coming Up

And it might just help you reveal your Soul Goal.

If you have received a previous email advent calendar, you don't have to do anything.

If you aren't sure, let me know, and I will be happy to check and get you in.

If you want in or share with a friend, please head this way: https://letters.mrslaine.com/advent-calendar-2024​


I will see you back here in two weeks. If you liked this letter, please forward it to a friend.

Always on your side, truly,

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