Who Am I (2-4-6-0-OOOONE!)

Who Am I (2-4-6-0-OOOONE!) Snatch up this magnet for yourself or another sweet n kickass gal you know at allisonstrine. I had to title my post on authenticity with a cheesy musical theater reference* because hey.thats me. A cheesy musical theater nerd. A sassafrass from Long Island. A perky life coach. A silly friend. A loving wife. But something hasnt sat well with me lately. I was reading some old posts, and noticed something, well, off in my tone. Everything I write here is so.peppy! And enthusiastic! And light fun bright! Its optimism at its best, full of sprinkles sunshine unicorns! And ENERGY! And lots lots of exclamation points! Where the fuck is the cursing? Where are my cynical complaints? I know that pessimistic sailor is within me most of my colleagues along the way have met her but shes nowhere in this blog. And that was, well, weird. And worrisome. I thought I wasnt being authentic. I thought I was giving you a fake version of me. But now Ive realized: This IS me. This is me when Im happy. And excited. And passionate. This is me when Im talking about coaching, or I am coaching. Its been so long I forgot. Im tearing up a little as I write this, thinking of whats waiting for me when I become a full-time coach, of enveloping myself in what keeps me peppy, and optimistic, enthusiastic. Without having managers to bitch about or waking up in the morning with a pit in my stomach and sitting at a desk for 9 hours a day. I want to be that girl. Or this girl the one in the blog. Shes now just a little piece of me, but soon shell eat that pessimistic sailor for breakfast. * 10 points if you knew that this lyric ends Who Am I? from Les Mis. And quite dramatically, I must add.