I still remember getting the package in the mail. It was about 14 or 15 years ago and the package was from a girlfriend who lived in another state.
She had decided that I would be a great “life coach” and she had been encouraging me to pursue that as a new career. To dramatize the advice, she found a roofing shingle and made the sign you see above. It had a cord on the top with which I could hang it.
“It’s time for you to hang out your shingle as a life coach,” the note that came with it read.
I hadn’t seen this little shingle for a long time. I guess I didn’t even remember that I had it. But as I looked for something in a drawer stuffed with mementos from the past, I found it tonight. And just as it did when it arrived in the mail almost 15 years ago, it made me feel good about myself all over again.

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