So you took a chance, maybe out of desperation, maybe just curious, on that post on Linkedin and now you find yourself here. First of all, welcome. Second, here's why "here" exists and how this will work. I was the OG "professional misfit". The nicest thing an employer or recruiter ever had to say about my resume was " your experience is so diverse".... And for a lot of years ( A LOT) I let that give me a complex and define me. Always been a little too grateful, a little too insecure about what I did and did well. And while the resume was "diverse" it also was impressive and had receipts to back up the experience in not one, not two but five fields. But as a woman of a certain age, I was programmed to continually show up, to continually bring value, to work harder, to not ask for my due, and to continually worry that I was the problem. Yet my managers, co workers, and peers ( mostly male, but not all) coasted through. It took me forever to realize that my 40 % was head and shoulders above most peoples 110%, And worse.... I was exhausted, under paid, and overwhelmed. I'd spent years making other people dreams come true and others filthy rich off of my blood, sweat, and work. And all I had to show for it was... well nothing. There were turning points that I'll talk further about as we go.. but in the end they boiled down to a heart attack, a lay off, and an absolute professional ( and personal ) loss, all in the span of about 18 months. Throw in a new baby... and well things got real, fast. I've been consulting for years, coaching for more without calling it that, or frankly knowing that's what it was. The explosion of " online courses" and gurus made me nauseated and as lay offs got worse and the noise got louder.... I started to check out. Yet I was hearing the same thing over and over... I don't know how, I don't know where, I don't know what. All from some of the most educated, compassionate, and talented professionals. Ones I spent time in awe of. So I bought in, gave in and tried some "coaches" who promised to package what I did and make me visible... poppycock. Maybe it would have worked, if I could have stomached it. But it all felt ... wrong. And expensive and way way too risky for me, much less someone putting all their eggs in one basket.