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Has Your Vision Become a Roar?

Has Your Vision Become a Roar? Are you feeling as though your calling and your purpose were simply a whisper and they are now a raging roar? The thing about purpose is it doesn’t get quieter, it gets louder. What do you do when the small, still voice turns into a roaring inferno? Answer the call within. There are many stages of purpose. The Spark The spark is the tiny tickling of your soul’s calling. Purpose begins to flicker from the smallest of sparks. The Tiny Ember The tiny ember is when the soft, sweet whisper of your soul’s calling begins to ignite. The fire begins to spread. Ignition Phase The Ignition Phase is when the fire begins to spread and gains momentum. Fanning the Flame Fanni

The Truth about Who We Are Who Cares?

Who cares – sounds harsh doesn’t it? We are often so busy creating ourselves, our persona, and then recreating ourselves, and we get lost in a circle of tail chasing. Worrying about who we are and how we outwardly appear to others is exhausting work. It’s one job, I personally, have come to quit – as of today. I quit worrying about who I am, how I look, what do I do for a living. It doesn’t matter; none of it. The roles I’ve lost and become over the last two years: daughter, caregiver, empty-nester, a mom whose children no longer need her in the same way as they once did, significant other. Now I’m standing here in the spotlight, center stage, yet I have no script and no role to hide behind.

Just Be Yourself: Who Cares?

The Truth about Who We Are Who Cares? Who cares – sounds harsh doesn’t it? We are often so busy creating ourselves, our persona, and then recreating ourselves, and we get lost in a circle of tail chasing. Worrying about who we are and how we outwardly appear to others is exhausting work. It’s one job, I personally, have come to quit – as of today. I quit worrying about who I am, how I look, what do I do for a living. It doesn’t matter; none of it. The roles I’ve lost and become over the last two years: daughter, caregiver, empty-nester, a mom whose children no longer need her in the same way as they once did, significant other. Now I’m standing here in the spotlight, center stage, yet I have