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If I told you how often I cry while drinking my morning coffee…
…you’d probably think I’m lying. But it wasn’t all that long ago that I was crying daily over a life fallen apart. I signed my divorce papers the same week my mom died, and shortly after, my heart was crushed again. I felt lost and alone with a burning knowing I couldn’t ignore: there’s something more for me.
That pain was my catalyst. Going all in on energetics saved me. I learned to master my energy, rewrite the story my nervous system was telling me, and believe in myself for maybe the first time ever. Then I discovered I could rehearse my future through visualization, seeing it before it arrived and familiarizing my body with my deepest desires.
Things I had only dreamed of started falling into place: a soul-led business that lights me up, my dream partner (we got married in a Sedona vortex on 2-22-22), and a move to the exact neighborhood that healed my “always feeling lost” little girl.
Now it’s tears over coffee from overflowing gratitude. Why can’t that be the goal? The dream? The magic? Every single time it happens, all I can think is: I want my clients to know they get to feel the exact same way.
