I Asked About a Book...

Some mornings you wake up with a plan. Other mornings, you ask ChatGPT a simple question about a book and accidentally rebrand your life's work before your second cup of coffee.

Guess which kind of morning this was.

It started innocently enough. I had heard of The Celestine Prophecy years ago but had never read it. For whatever reason, it popped into my mind, so I asked what it was about. We chatted about the nine insights, consciousness, intuition, meaningful encounters, and all the things that tend to make my little neurospicy brain light up like a Christmas tree.

Then something unexpected happened.

Somewhere in the conversation, the words Perspective Educator appeared.

I stopped.

Not because it was a clever title. Because it felt like someone had finally handed me a puzzle piece I'd been searching for without realizing it.

For years, I've wrestled with labels. Counselor never quite fit. Coach didn't feel right either. Those words describe professions, but they never captured what I've actually spent my life doing.

Perspective Educator.

There it was.

One tiny shift in language, and suddenly decades of work made sense.

Naturally, one little realization couldn't possibly stay contained. If you've ever reorganized one drawer only to find yourself repainting the entire room by dinner, you'll understand exactly what happened next.

"If that's who I am," I thought, "then my LinkedIn headline needs updating."

Which, of course, meant my About section suddenly felt outdated.

Then my LinkedIn banner looked wrong.

Then the company page needed rewriting.

Then Facebook started giving me side-eye.

By this point, I was deep into what can only be described as an accidental identity renovation.

Somewhere between rewriting my bio and arguing with Facebook over the order of credentials, another sentence slipped out of my mouth.

"I essentially help people remember."

Again, I stopped.

Not because I had never said those words before. I have. Many times. But for the first time, I really heard them.

I don't spend my days fixing people.

I don't hand out answers.

I don't tell people what they should believe.

I help people remember.

Remember their wisdom.

Remember their resilience.

Remember they have choices.

Remember who they were before fear, expectations, limiting beliefs, or life itself convinced them they had become someone else.

And then another realization quietly tapped me on the shoulder.

Remembering changes perspective.

Perspective changes lives.

I actually laughed out loud.

Here I was, asking about a book whose central message is that meaningful insights often arrive exactly when we're ready for them. Whether you call that synchronicity, divine timing, subconscious processing, curiosity, or simply paying attention doesn't really matter to me. What mattered was that one innocent question had quietly led me to the words I'd been searching for my entire career.

The funny thing is, I thought I was looking for information.

Instead, I discovered I'd been carrying a question I didn't even know I needed to ask.

By the time I looked at the clock, it wasn't even ten in the morning. My second cup of coffee was almost gone, my LinkedIn profile had been rewritten, Matters of Perspective® had a clearer identity than ever before, and I suddenly understood my own work in a way I never had.

Now that my second cup is empty, it's time to update my website so it reflects the new-ish branding too.

Funny where curiosity can lead.

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