More than anything I believe that I am the master of my fate, the captain of my destiny. I believe in my dreams. And this time, I’m pushing through the self-doubt, the fear of going out on a limb, and I’m ignoring what the next person is doing. So what if Sally teaches online classes similar to mine? There’s more than enough abundance to go around. I wish Sally well. But I’m not going to stop what I’m doing just because she’s doing something similar.
I’m not going to pay attention to anyone who says breast cancer stories are over rated. Or that divorce stories are a dime a dozen. Or that no one wants to hear sappy true love stories. My stories are my stories. While breast cancer, divorce, and true love are common, I make them unique.
I will not stay quiet any longer just because someone else told their story. I have mine to tell. And I’m going to share it with the world. I will not go quietly into the night. I will not sit in a corner. I am woman…hear me roar.
And while I’m roaring, check out this inspired post by my friend Sandi Tuttle. If her post isn’t a sign that I’m on the right track, I don’t know what is…The Illusion of Perfection.
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