Love On the Brain (Corey Crawford)

2| Skeptical

Corey

It's never a good thing when your bosses think you need professional help, but it's even worse if you don't get it after they tell you to. I'm already on a short leash, I don't want to make it any shorter for I'm sure if it gets any tighter my head will fall off. So for the sake of my job and not pissing off the people who write my check, I agree to try out this little experiment they had in mind. I'm the lucky participant to see if a life coach will work on a athlete when they themselves aren't involved in any sports related activities. I'm not sure how a total stranger is going to "fix me" but I have to try so I can tell the organization that this isn't just a phase and my life is just meant to be a mess and there's no fixing it.

There's a lot of reasons I'm being forced to do this. For one was that the depression and the scary thoughts I have been having was getting to a level no one could ignore. Two was that my outside life was affecting my goaltending and I wasn't getting paid to be mediocre in the net. Then there was the drug and alcohol problems I had while I was trying to "fix" my issues myself. While the only person who's really hurting is me and probably my ex-girlfriend if she's not over us by now, the organization decided it was time I got help or got out of town.

So I walk up to a really tall building in the heart of the city. There was a bunch of different things in this building, but I needed to find a girl by the name Jessica Davidson who somehow has the answer to all my questions. I've heard nothing but good things about her, she's apparently been doing this her whole career and she's worked with some very important people. I was at least curious to see how this goes, but not the least bit optimistic that anything will come of it. I wouldn't say that I'm skeptical... but that pretty much sums it up right there.

After I get in they let me up to the 42nd floor. I walk down the hallway to a service desk where a woman points me in the right direction yet again. Eventually I find a door with her name on it and let out a long sigh. Here goes nothing.

I knock a few times and wait patiently outside the door. Eventually it opens up and I immediately seal my lips before something stupid passed through them.

I was expecting her to be some old lady who thinks everyone's problem can be found in our use of technology, but I couldn't have been more wrong. Judging from her resume I thought she had been doing this for 30 years, but I'm pretty sure she hasn't even been alive for that long. As I stand there with my nostrils gaped open and breathing hard I find myself in a situation I was not prepared for today. And that was being totally attracted to my life coach.

"Hello Mr. Crawford. It's a pleasure to meet you" she smiles as she's sticks out her hand.

"The pleasure is all mine" I insist as I slip my hand into hers. Her little fingers lightly wrap around my hand as she shakes it. Her touch was so soft yet so firm.

I look her over again just trying to take it all in, because she was a sight to behold. She had on a loose bright red tank top that had a deep v neckline with a white suit jacket on top. Her black pants hugged her curves perfectly showing off her sculpted hips and tiny waist. She looked like she worked out some yet she was still so frail. She had to have been 5'11 tops with the tall red heels on. Her light brown hair was curled and framed her perfectly sculpted face making it so her cheekbones were high and stuck out. She had these big pink lips that I would kill to put mine on every night before I go to bed. And her eyes, they were crazy, unlike anything I've ever seen before. They were green around the pupil then faded to a ocean blue. They looked like snow globes.

"Corey..." she trails off and I shake my head away from the trance she put me in 

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that" I ask as my cheeks turns bright red. I'm sure she knows by now that I was checking her out and I didn't want to make this uncomfortable.

"Would you like to come in" she repeats and I nod, not trusting that when I open my mouth whatever falls out won't be something totally ignorant.

She waves me in and I step inside her office. I look around and try to familiarize myself with her. You can tell a lot about a person by what they hang up and display in their office, and I saw a bunch of different things around here. One wall was filled with pictures of her and a bunch of different people. I recognized that they were some of the people she's worked with so she must value all of her clients which is nice to know.

The other walls were pretty empty besides some pretty abstract paintings on the other side of the rink. Her office was all navy and gold and looked really nice, I can tell she spent a lot of time on it. Her desk had some cool looking stuff on it but I wasn't sure what to think about all of this quite yet.

"You can sit down and we will get started" she tells me and I nod. I head to the seat on the other side of the desk and she picks up some papers. She sits on top of her desk right in front of me and crosses her long legs as I swallow hard. Man was she sexy. "So why are you here" she asks and I raise a eyebrow.

"Didn't they tell you why I was here" I question. I feel like it's her job to know what I was doing here.

"Yeah, they did. And they're not you so the information they give me is almost useless, because what they say you feel and what you actually feel isn't the same thing. What they told me doesn't matter, what you tell me does" she claims.

"Well you're the life coach, shouldn't you know everything" I say.

"I'm not here to tell you about your life. I'm not here to tell you that everything is going to be okay or that there's something wrong with you. My job is to listen to you, to help you live a life you understand and that you have control over. This isn't a intervention or me asking you simple questions and you feeding me what you want me to think about you. This is about taking your mind and turning it into something that makes it so you can do some amazing things, then finally doing them. But that can only happen if you tell me why your friends are worried about you and think you need someone to help you fix your life" she explains. 

"It's kinda hard for me, my feelings have been suppressed for so long I wouldn't even know where to find them" I explain.

"Can I tell you a secret, Mr. Crawford" she asks.

"Sure" I say softly. I'm not really sure I could handle a truth bomb at this point.

"All it takes to change our life is a change of mind. If we do that we will change the way we see the world and can finally understand what makes ours turns. You can have a grip on life instead of constantly feeling like life has a hold on you. Your mind can help you to believe in what you thought was impossible, help you see what you thought was invisible, and help you feel what you thought was unobtainable. Human beings are powerful entities, too often are we scared of what we can become. We're scared of what might have been or what might be. Everyone has something that they struggle with. But what might seem like a bad day here or a off day there can seem like the end of the world at times. I can make it so you don't feel like you're just here, I'm here to make it so you're living your best life possible" she says. I try to fight off the smile that came with the thought of me making life my bitch instead of the other way around.

"So how does this all work" I wonder.

"First off I get to know you, I have to understand what you do and why you do it. Then from there we find out what you want to work on and how to make you feel better" she explains.

"Alright... this might not be so bad after all" I admit.

"I'm not that bad" she teases.

"I think you are incredible" I admit then quickly stop. That was really not what I wanted to say. I meant it, but not to tell her.

"That's very kind of you Mr. Crawford" she smirks.

"Alright. If this is going any further you have to call me Corey" I insist and she giggles.

"Alright Corey, lets get started."