Happy birthday to me.
We go way back. Some of these hands first met over 30 years ago, some more recently. And although some of these lovely hands don’t spend a lot of time together, they all know the stories each one tells. Story defines our lives, and how we tell them to ourselves and to others determine how we feel.
The concept of “make your mess your message” is at least in my circles so overused that we’re being choked by the unoriginality of it all. But alas, I must admit that I do have a message, and indeed I developed it out of a giant pile of messy shit.
It’s been over a year in the making, and it’s time to help you: You, who is a woman in a rock bottom love crisis. You, who are going through a divorce or breakup. Currently, or even years ago and you haven’t quite gotten your magic back.
You, who have that loss pain that feels like deep spiritual pain. Existential crisis kind of pain. The lonely, disorienting, anxiety ridden, ungrounded and overwhelmed variety of pain.
I’ve got something major for you. Major.
If you or someone you know feels called to it, I have to speak to you to see if it right for you. Do you want to talk? In the link in my bio, you’ll find a quick application to set up a FREE chat with me.