Tag: soft-living
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Am I Actually Open to Receiving—Or Just Addicted to Earning?
There’s a question that still echoes in my soul like a bell:“What is it that you really want?” It came from my very first money mentor—a man who didn’t teach from spreadsheets and stats, but from the place of deep inquiry. I met him at a three-day seminar, and from the moment we walked in,…
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Money Blocks Don’t Start in the Wallet—They Start in the Nervous System
I didn’t grow up hearing anything about my nervous system. Not in school.Not in church.Not at home. I didn’t know what it was, why it mattered, or that it even existed outside of medical textbooks. And I certainly didn’t know it had anything to do with money. So when I signed up for a money…
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I Knew I Wanted More—But I Didn’t Know How to Receive It
I remember the day so clearly. My husband and I were in the middle of moving. We had made the decision to downsize temporarily while preparing to build our next home, and like most transitions, this one was layered. A little stress. A little excitement. A whole lot of boxes. We had hired movers to…
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I Want More, and I Finally Said It Out Loud
I didn’t hit a wall.I didn’t crash and burn.I didn’t spiral into a meltdown that made me “rethink everything.” Nope.This isn’t one of those stories. This is softer than that.And also bolder. This is me—right now—choosing to say something out loud that I used to only whisper.Something I’ve tucked away, watered down, or rewritten to…
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I Didn’t Need Permission, But I Was Still Waiting for It
For years, I struggled with giving myself permission to be the creator of my own life. It didn’t always show up in loud ways. It wasn’t that I didn’t think I was smart or gifted. In fact, I’ve always known I’m brilliant. But what I didn’t know was how much I had come to rely…
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The Anger I Swallowed Was Costing Me My Joy
I don’t really want to tell y’all all my business… But I’m gonna tell you a little bit.Just a peek. Just enough. Because this part of the journey?It’s the one that took me the longest to face. For years—years—I was emotionally unaware of my own boundaries, my own expectations, and even my own self. I…
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I Thought I Was Just Tired—But I Was Actually Done
I was approaching a milestone birthday.The big 4-0. And while life looked fine on the outside, something deep within me was starting to stir. There was this low hum of dissatisfaction that wouldn’t go away.I was beginning to feel the first tremors of what I now know was a midlife awareness moment.Not a crisis.Not chaos.But…
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I Stayed Too Long Because I Didn’t Want to Disappoint Anyone
About 10 years ago, I met an amazing woman online through my nonprofit organization. She had joined my Facebook group, reached out, and asked if we could meet up. We lived in the same city, and I said yes without hesitation. From the moment we sat down, it was clear:This was going to be a…
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The Fear of Slowing Down Almost Kept Me in Survival Mode
I can remember waking my husband up—shaking him out of his sleep, saying, “Hey, get up. It’s time for you to get up. You need to get moving. Let’s go.” We were probably about three to five months into being married. Still newlyweds. Still figuring it all out. My husband? He’s always been a “let…
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Give Yourself the Last Word
Why honoring your “no” might be the most luxurious thing you ever do The phone rang.And before I even picked it up, I knew what was coming. It wasn’t cruel.It wasn’t loud.It wasn’t even unexpected. It was love—wrapped in cultural expectation.Care—dressed in pressure.Concern—masked as conversation. My mother, in her usual mothering way, opened with the…
Slower, Wealthier, Happier 