A Whispering of the Heart

coaching and a swear or two

Today my coaching website went live.

When I closed my last bodywork-turned-coaching business in 2021, it was due to an indisputable knowing. Setting it all down went against everything that I wanted. What I have come to understand about intuition, though, is that you can not make sense of it. It offers insight beyond logical reasoning and conscious thought. Sometimes you just have to take the leap and hope you’re caught.

Said leap is usually thought of as something we do head first into our dreamiest of dream realities. Sometimes we jump off the cliff in the opposite direction, with only a hope and trust that we’re not falling into an endlessly dark abyss.

In those almost four years after closing my business, there was barely a moment that went by that I didn’t think about coaching. It’s all I talked about, yearned for, dreamed of, and worked toward. I often pushed and forced and grasped on to it as a ticket to freedom that would remove me from space I didn’t want to be, namely as an employee in a corporate setting.

It became apparent to me as I traversed corporate landscapes that I was there for a reason. Rest from entrepreneurship, sure. But the education I received from being in those spaces felt like I was getting paid to be in school. I already possessed a certain skill level and natural ability in working with people, but being in corporate America gave me an entirely new understanding of people’s relationships to their sense of self, work, their creativity, and money. It was eye opening.

I also learned a lot about myself. Going to work everyday was like standing in front of a mirror for 40 hours per week. I saw the good, the bad, and the ugly about myself. How valuable my presence is. What I bring to the table. How powerful my grounded yet direct nature is. How, despite all of those things, I still sometimes hold back and remain small.

Call me a Libra, but I’m always measuring between the internal systems that live in me; my head, heart, and my intuition. Even the many versions that exist in me that judge my every move, and critique the things I say, that try to protect me from what doesn’t feel safe, the young child still just trying desperately to feel loved, valued, and worthy.

subtle messages during one of my corporate stints working for Chaco

These last few years I’ve collected endless data about the relationship between these systems. How valuable each is on its own. How powerful we are when we can understand what each one is responsible for, what their downfalls might be, how skillful we can be in letting one or many drive the ship depending on the circumstance.

I navigated these few years allowing all systems to guide me. Amidst so much uncertainty, I trusted the yearning in my heart to return to coaching. I trusted my intuition in its knowing that it just wasn’t time yet. The many versions of myself that conversed daily about it all. My thoughts and belief systems constantly shifting and adapting.

There were tears. Frustrations. False starts or launches. There was defeat and apathy. There were so many times I just wanted to lay on the Earth, sinking into the dirt, transmuting into dirt myself. Amidst it all, I listened to my guidance. I couldn’t help it. The whispers of my heart and intuition have always had such a hold over me. They’re profoundly influential. I always knew I’d never give up on myself. And I never did.

I’m so fucking proud of how I navigated those years.

Developing my intuition, developing new skills in sitting with highly developed people, doing my own inner work to be a better/clear/stronger/more aligned version of me. Gathering more and more of myself into presence, which is precisely where everything that is looking for me wants to find me.

And then, one day, I just….laid on the floor. My go-to move for complete surrender. I received subtle, simple messages of guidance. And a couple of weeks later, I have a full blown business and website and…holy shit, clients!

a snippet of my website

The things in your heart, man. The ones that continuously call to you no matter how much you don’t listen or try to let it go or gaslight yourself into thinking you’re just clinging on to something? They’re there for a reason. Make friends with timing, turn inward, listen to your messages, and trust the process as it trusts you. There is still time. There’s still time.

Many of you that follow me here are past clients. Many of you are loyal readers, friends, perhaps people I’ve never met. Please know that I have officially launched Jenny Bremer Coaching, and officially have space in my calendar for more clients. If you or someone you know is looking for coaching, please think of me and feel free to share my information or reach out.

If you do have a look at my website, please respond and let me know what you think! I invite conversation here and would be delighted to engage with you.

And please, do not ignore the whispering in your heart. Nor the shouts. Let them be the dots along the treasure map of your life.

Mid-flight, I bid you a hearty tallyho…

Jenny