“You’re being a chicken,” my life coach told me matter-of-factly. Within minutes of our first meeting she also called me a brat, and that I needed to “aim higher.” I’ll be honest: I’m not the type of person who thought they’d ever even consider seeing a life coach?the term itself is too touchy-feely, and the only therapy I’ve had is the free kind you do over spicy margaritas with a group of girlfriends. However, I got swept up with some pretty grand resolutions this year, and decided I needed to outsource my goal-setting immediately if I was to be a successful adult in 2016. Which is how ...
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