I was shocked to see what I was doing to myself, before I finally reached the place where I had cleared up enough inner stuff to publish my memoir.
It was a “look up to the sky, talk to the Universe” moment:
🤷🏻♀️ You mean to tell me, that my struggle bus with money had to do with my romantic relationships with men, all along?
🤷🏻♀️ That those romances were meant for me to see that nothing could really bring me security, except me?
🤷🏻♀️ That until I felt solid, whole, complete, stable and sovereign within myself, my business would stay at a “manageable” size, preventing me from experiencing my dream for it to grow, grow, GROW?
🤷🏻♀️ That I could never have *ever* finished my book without working through all this first, because writing a book is holding people, holding community, through powerful transformation….
💪 and you gotta be strong enough to hold that, in order to live in the frequency of powerful transformative author? 💪
Universe (Nodding): Yes, yes that’s right.