My story
It is the journey, not the destination.
I’ve created and destroyed. I’ve saved and spend. Carried and miscarried. Given birth and laid to rest. I’ve laughed and cried for days. Loved and hated.
“So I’ve been there, I’ve done that, and I’m ready to surrender and do The Work.”
I didn’t fit in
I always felt as if I didn’t fit in. What I did knew is that I was different, I just felt it.
But I also felt that something amazing was going to happen. Didn’t know the time or place, but I knew I had a purpose.
In what way I would discover later in life.
And still
In my twenties and thirties I worked as a corporate Personal Assistant. In a time when most of the PA’s were blond and petit, I was coloured, and a single mum. I do had the pencil skirts, high heels but was accordng to them, a little bit loud and opionated.
Back than. I didn”t realise that what you feel doesn’t always match, what you see.
So up to this day I can’t stand unjustice. Needles to say I did not fit in, again.
Almost there
I became an entrepeneur and started my own practice. From that time everything started to change.