I started to get curious and let myself imagine and dream instead of my default: to worry and plan for everything that could go wrong.
I discovered new passions in movement and reclaimed old. Hadn't I always wanted to have a retreat center for women? Didn’t I dream of becoming a coach before I decided to go down the therapist road and get my masters? Didn’t I already see, even back then, that I wanted to work with women who were ready to shed their old skins and shine their light into the world?
Hell yeah I did! And I found myself feeling passion and excitement.