Every Woman Has a Story…. Transform Yours for the Life You Really Want
Every woman has a story, and every story has a purpose in creating the life of your dreams…
Maybe it’s time to transform your story and awaken your life to the possibility of something more. The greatest gift you can give yourself is the option of re-writing your past to create a future you’ve always wanted.
Maybe you’re struggling with a life you didn’t expect. Maybe you’re going through a difficult time… maybe you’ve experienced a loss of someone you loved, or your marriage failed, or your finances collapsed… or perhaps you’ve had a nagging feeling that there’s got to be something more, but you just can’t figure out what you really want out of the next chapter of your life.
If those are your thoughts, it probably feels like chaos right now, but that means something you might not have considered…. You’re on the brink of transition… yes, you are.
It’s no accident you landed here. I want you to know, whatever your life has been, you still have an opportunity to live your highest potential and design a new life… beginning now. The truth is, you really do know what you want. It comes in the form of a longing, but you just can’t express it or visualize it yet. You just keep waiting for it to well up inside, but something has been holding you back. And I also know you’re just about to step into your power and transformation.
How do I know? Because…I’ve been there. I once thought I had a fairy tale life until […] [read full article]
How do you know if you’re ready to take the lead in the story of your life? You might be struggling right now, having been thrown into a set of life circumstances you didn’t expect at all.
My “unexpected” story began the day I was born. I popped out with red hair. Did you know that a curly red headed, blue eyed little girl represents less than 1% of the population! That meant I was special… right? I thought so, until I entered 5th grade in a brand new school.
During the first lunch period a boy came up to me with his lunch sack in hand. He wore a smile on his face. I’d caught him looking at me earlier that morning in class. As he approached, his beguiling smile suddenly turned ugly. He yelled, “I’d rather be dead than red!” He jumped at me and spit right in my face.
I was so shocked. Tears burst from my eyes. I covered my face with my hands, horrified, as spit dripped down my cheeks. He laughed and took off running. Humiliated, I ran for refuge into the girls’ bathroom. I looked in the mirror and suddenly saw someone I didn’t recognize. I always thought I was pretty… until then. I aggressively scrubbed the spit of shame from my face with a rough brown paper towel. My cheeks were raw and red. I went to the nurse’s office and told her I wasn’t feeling well and waited with a knot in my stomach for my mom to pick me up.
That bullying incident took me down for days. In fact, for about a week I ate lunch in the school bathroom, hiding from the bully. It was the first time I can remember that I began writing down my feelings in a journal. In my writing, I fought back. I said the things I wanted to say. Somewhere around the second week after the incident, a new “bold” me welled up from my words. […] [read full article]