I recently encountered the title “professional lifestylist” – and I snorted out loud.
I could understand hiring someone to cut your hair, pick your paint colors or even organize your closets. But a lifestylist? Does every element of our existence really require professional help?
But on further consideration, I asked myself, why not? After all, I like to think of myself as a great believer in psychotherapists, personal trainers, career consultants and the dozens of other people you might call in for backup. Surely a good lifestylist could offer elements of all these fine helpers, rolled into one. More importantly, even though I choked on the jargon, the drive to “style” a life – to consciously create your own experience – is not to be knocked.
It occurs to me that my initial knee-jerk negativity probably has more to do with my own latent discomfort about needing help than with the merits of those who provide it – regardless of their title.
So I’d like to tip my hat to the lifestylists of the world. You might be onto something, and I may be calling yet.
