When I was younger, my dad got a new job, which meant I started a new school at the beginning of Year 7. The problem? I knew absolutely nobody.
As you can imagine, I found it tough. I gravitated towards the boys who seemed to have all the answers, made up the occasional story to impress people, and generally had no idea where I fitted in.
Then one day something unexpected happened.
I helped a teacher with a job and was rewarded with something written in my set book. It was called an I3. To this day, I have absolutely no idea what an I3 stood for, but at the time it felt like I'd won a Nobel Prize.
More importantly, it gave me purpose.
It gave me something positive to focus on. Looking back, I could probably have spent more time playing with friends or worrying less about fitting in, but helping others gave me a sense of belonging that I'd been searching for.
I can now see that those small moments were the beginning of something much bigger.
Fast forward to the last five years, and I've been reconnecting with that same sense of purpose through coaching and counselling. The greatest privilege isn't having the answers. It's walking alongside people, helping them find their own, and seeing the progress they achieve.