The day I found my profession

So, having a breakdown creates shift. Being completely unhappy where I was at, I was forced to retrace my steps. How did I get here? Why on earth am I doing stuff I do not want to do and am not good at? It took time. And taking time was the best thing ever. Because I finally learned what my profession is.

I always wished for a clear profession, so I could say it and everybody would understand instantly what I was doing. Like; I am a welder, or a high school teacher, or a writer. I used to work as a childcare worker. After that I started working for my self. I did events, projects, consulting for companies. But when someone would ask me what I did for a living, I would start mumbling; Well, I do stuff making young people more happy and I help people find their talent and o, I also do events with speakers. And I would see people look at me with wondering eyes… what do you do exactly?? And I would mumble some more.

Now, after a year of struggling, thinking, feeling & learning, a year of truly going inside and finding out who I am and what it is I have to give to this world, I know what it is called. I know my profession. It hit me when I was doing my rite of passage facilitator training. It felt like coming home after wandering in the wrong direction for a long time. I had words for it. I had a sentence.

So. Here it is. For to you read.

I make space. Safe space, Sacred space. I make space for other people to grow. I hold the space for you to go inside, to experience new things, to process all that needs to be processed to be able to move on and grow. For teams, for groups, for individuals, for audiences.

And I do not have a job. It is what I am supposed to be doing. All the time. 

Cheers!

Nynke