Breaking Free

Every now and again I still question why I feel called to speak to people about money mindset, and I doubt myself and whether or not I really need to do that. Or whether or not I really WANT to do that at all.

Because the truth is some days it’s really hard, and really lonely. Because most people don’t want to look at this. Because they have a lot of pain around it. And even if they do want to look at it, they want to hide it from other people, and from the world. And I know that, because I was one of them.

Some days I’d rather just tell people how amazing and worthy they truly are and cheer them on, and spread love that way. To soothe their pain and not make them feel less-than, or behind in any way (because they’re not!).

Those days I’d rather focus on love, and how I can best just share love with the world… because love is the most important thing I could share, and I know this. Always have.

But then I remember.

I remember myself as a little girl, wanting so much, but seeing how much pain money caused all the people around her. Money equaled pain. Money equaled suffering. Money equaled stress and comparison and blame. Money equaled fighting and powerlessness and hurt. And yet it was the very thing that supported, nourished and provided for us. The very thing that took care of us. It was the very thing that gave us…