Your Love For Freedom Can Make You Rich.

I am a freedom-loving girl. A freedom-loving girl who has become a freedomloving woman. I am turning 42 this month, and I can finally say I am only now entering my full womanhood. And honestly, I’ve barely scratched the surface.

The reason for this is, as any of you who have been in therapy or done personal development work of any kind knows, I froze inside at a certain point in my life. I froze my inner little girl and I only started thawing her out this past decade.

And as I’ve thawed her out, and as she’s come back to life in all her splendor, I am finally freed up to cross over into this woman. Deep as the sea, light as the wave.

That little girl inside was who this woman was always meant to be. Stuff
happened (as it does), and I lost it. Then more stuff happened (as it does), and I found it.

So let me tell you a little bit about who I’ve found.

If you’d have asked me years ago who I was, I would have vehemently denied MOST of the things on this list. I would not have even spoken the words!! That is how much of myself I was disowning.

As I have reclaimed her, and therefore reclaimed all of me, I have reclaimed my power and my ability to create my own life on my terms. And that power has just expanded exponentially the more that I’ve allowed myself to embrace.

So here are 4 things about that girl, because maybe you can relate to one of these:

1. As I said above I am a freedom-loving girl. I don’t do well with schedules or have-to’s, I prize my free time and I don’t like having too much planned. I don’t want to work around the clock, I want to play and explore and travel and sit in my chair and write and create and do what I want when I want.

2. If there is such a thing as a “rich girl at heart”, I’m her. I have always had the uncanny ability to pick the most expensive thing in the store without having any idea what the cost is or caring what the cost is!… I just pick my favorite thing and it just happens to be not on sale, and the priciest thing in the room. Every. Time. I once thought this was a total curse (because we/I couldn’t afford that taste!), I was trained to see this as a curse, I condemned myself for it, at best I…