One last thing…
I know what you’re thinking.
“Yeah… that’s you.”
“You got sober.”
“You built a business.”
“You found peace.”
“That could never be me.”
Girl…
There was a time I thought I was the exception too.
My track record didn’t point toward healing.
It pointed toward another relapse.
Another broken promise.
Another Monday morning saying…
“This time I mean it.”
If you would’ve told me back then I’d wake up excited about life…
That alcohol wouldn’t even sound good anymore…
That I’d laugh this much…
Trust myself again…
Build a business…
Help women around the world…
I would’ve told you that you were out of your damn mind.
Not because I didn’t have faith.
Because I didn’t have the imagination to believe God could do that much with my messy life.
Maybe that’s where you are today.
Maybe your job isn’t to believe the whole journey yet.
Maybe your job is just to move your feet.
One honest decision.
One tiny win.
One new tool.
One conversation.
Who knows…
You could fuck around and build some shit you never even dared to pray for.
And one day…
Your transformation might become the permission another woman needed to start hers.
So quit standing out there wondering if you belong.
Get in here.
We’ve been waiting on you.