Hello, my name is Mara Glatzel.
Some children are born with the capacity to fix things. From an early age, they are taking apart the telephone or computer. You just know that they are destined for a great careers as engineers or computer programmers.
I was born with a capacity for seeing through hardship and discomfort, for pulling apart the the pieces of a situation, holding space for huge possibility, and piecing everything back together in a way feels deeply healing.
There was never anything overtly wrong with my life. Â And, yet, somewhere along the way I lost myself.
I had a pretty face. I got a couple of fancy degrees. I drove a new car. I had a dream-like wedding to someone wonderful. I didnâ€™t love myself, but I figured, who did?
I could have been happy in that life – a nice life, a safe life. With everything in itâ€™s place.
I was deeply hungry for :: play, spontaneity, unbridled laughter, time for taking supreme care of myself, adventure, organic cotton everything, delicious food, toe-curling romance, space to move around in my life, and a divine purpose.
I believed on many levels that this was asking for too much, and that I should grateful for what I had. Everywhere I looked there were things that I had to do, but I just couldnâ€™t find the motivation to do them.
I was subsisting on :: bleary-eyed computer filled days, a profound lack of sleep, constantly feeling like I was going to get in trouble for being who I was, convenience food – eaten standing up, and panicking about what was next.
Suddenly (finally), bubbling up out of my deep craving: I want to feel really good.
It was 2011. I was lying in bed in a hotel room in Vermont at 6 am looking at the ceiling. I had been crying for four days straight. I was supposed to be relaxing, but, instead, I had been thinking about how disconnected I felt from my life.
My undeniable truths:
I donâ€™t want to be a social worker, despite having borrowed an enormous amount of money to pay for my education.
I donâ€™t want to put on the suit, or go to the interview.
No matter where I look in my life, I donâ€™t see myself anywhere.
It took this one choice, the choice toÂ want to feel good, to begin the process of returning home to myself.
I began to actively participate in creating my life.
A life where I made things happen, instead of waiting for permission.
A life with space for giggling, dancing, and imperfection.
Then, slowly, I felt my inner spark igniting. I wanted to choose everything.
Short socks instead of tall socks. Hot coffee, even in the summer. Horizontal stripes, always. Time to pray. Time to read. Sweating over stretching. Sleeping late without guilt.
In that moment, I had made the commitment to repair the undercurrent of boredom – the deep yearning that I hadnâ€™t had the words to describe. Over time, I was able to discover who I was, what lit me up, and what I really wanted out of my life.
It was the work of cultivating an unshakable relationship with myself, of tapping into my divine purpose, and standing in my power, for the first time in my life.Â It was about forgiving myself and freeing myself. It was about accepting all of my parts – even (and especially) the ones that I was ashamed of.
Doing this work has changed everything about how I live my life.
The Compass + Coaching Philosophy
In this life, there are very few things that you have to do.
This life is built upon the foundation of radical self-responsibility.
This life is fueled by doing what I say Iâ€™m going to do. Showing up. Dressing Up. Talking fast and embracing my peculiarities.
This life is a series of well-intentioned choices, and a relaxed relationship with outcome.
I work with brave women who are looking to chase what lights them up, learn to embrace their messy parts, and realize how phenomenal their lives can be when they are grounded in self-love and self-trust.
I hold space for their brilliance. I witness their becoming.
I consider this work to be part midwife and part divine party coordinator. Support staff. Hype man. Guide. Intuit. Healer. Holder of the unholdable and lover of the unlovable.
I work with women who are ready to take responsibility for their lives, and begin the process of fully accepting themselves, allowing themselves to become the person that they were born to be.
Your life. Your rules.
I would love to support you in your becoming.