Show up for yourself

What do you mean dress up? I don’t even want to show up.

Hold my hand, let’s traverse the unknown as we design our unique style and create the environment we desire. Developing your own sense of style would require you to be honest with yourself. I had to be honest with myself, as I had to now show up as my authentic self. Who are you when no one’s in the room?

Being a single, forty-seven-year-old mother of four girls was never in my plans. You know, the plans you make when you’re young and told to plan your life meticulously or else. I didn’t choose either of these two and life kind of just happened to me. However, I was almost always able to juggle the curveballs and made some really good swings as well . All this was done, and I never had one athletic bone in my body. Still, I cheered based on patriotism or who I found cute on the field or court or whatever.

During my marriage I was constantly told, you’re a mother, watch how you dress, what you do, what you say, basically watch everything I do. So, you know the first thing I did when my relationship with my ex-husband was shattered. Yep, I dressed up. I showed up for work like I was on the runway. Additionally, I lost sixty pounds so watch out Tyra Banks as I then strutted my stuff at work.

I didn’t only lose weight. I lost my whole sense of self. Who I was and what mattered. I made decisions in hindsight which may not have been the best given the trail I was riding without any experience. But in foresight I gained my most valuable tool. Freedom!

Show up. Let's create!!!