I don’t have a tragic life story. Does that put me at a disadvantage when it comes to helping others? I’ve always thought so. Because of that, I’ve hidden myself behind things so I wouldn’t feel like I needed to be tragic to be helpful. My truth is that I’ve had an amazingly wonderful life, and sometimes I’m embarrassed by that.
Don’t misunderstand, I’ve learned hard lessons along the way, but when I look at the big picture, life has been wonderful. So for a very long time I’ve felt like a fraud because hiding behind tasks, information and situations only lasts for so long. At some point you have to emerge from the shadows and say, okay, this is me, for better or for worst I’m going to stand here, in my truth, in my story and allow that to speak to you.
Tragedy is not the only molder of wisdom, love and giving in anyone. Maybe, the truth of my “good life” is what’s meant to be the message.
Whatever the case, I’m a daughter, sister, cousin, niece, granddaughter, wife & mother. Who I am, my true story, is still being explored and developed, but my calling, my message is finding it’s way through and I’m ready to put it all out there for you so together we can learn, love and support who we are without judgement.