Coaching

It’s 9 o’clock on a Monday evening and I’m sitting in my living room complaining that I’m tired because I haven’t had a holiday in 18 months, that I hate my flat and where it is located, and that my love life is exhibiting all the vigour of a discarded carrier bag drifting across a disused car park.

In other words, a normal beginning to the week. Except for a few things. First, I am sipping tea rather than the necessary glass of wine. Second, the man I’m moaning at is not telling me to get a grip but is instead nodding and saying “thank you for your honesty”. And, third, he is being paid £100 to listen to the whining. You see, this week I finally gave in and tried executive coaching…

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