Because I heard "You should do this for a living!" too many times for it to be a coincidence...
I was always called "The Natural Therapist". Friends, family, even complete strangers on the train (no one is safe from my extroverted need to chit chat) would say the same thing, right after I had listened to their problems and steered their thoughts toward discovering the root of their pain.
Maybe that's happened to you, too? Do you have a natural way of extracting people's pains and self-limiting thoughts or behaviors? Have you (more than once) entertained the idea of being a professional therapist - maybe you've even taken some psychology courses - but you've been repelled by the thought of having to either get your PhD or struggle as a Social Worker for the rest of your life?
THIS IS THE FEMININE PASSION OF SERVICE.
It might sound shallow, but I wanted a big, beautiful house by the beach. I wanted to tote my Kate Spade bag around the mall, wearing designer clothes and hearing the clack-clack-clack of my Jimmy Choo heels echoing off the walls, as I strolled casually through the stores, sampling beautifully aromatic perfumes (and yes, buying them, too!) and adorning myself in glittering jewelry. I wanted to travel the world, and see every sight, taste every dish, and explore every inch of famous cities like Paris, London, Rome, and Tuscany. I wanted to sun myself on every exotic beach, from Fiji to Tibet.
So I did what any sensible girl would do. I got a husband. KIDDING!! I got a Corporate job "with a future", and resigned myself to climbing the Corporate Ladder so "someday" I could live my dreams. I just hoped that "someday" wasn't so far off that I wouldn't be able to really enjoy it anymore! And you know something? I rocked that Corporate job. I got into every single inch of the business, making great changes and impacting my coworkers' lives. I was "a breath of fresh air", "a ray of sunshine" in the otherwise dreary humdrum.
But where was myray of sunshine? I was making the money I wanted, but there was something missing. You can imagine my surprise! Here I was, living the life of a jet-setter and having the money to have an incredible home for my son and I to live in, wearing designer clothes, toting around my Kate Spade bag...
...BUT SOMETHING WAS MISSING.
No matter how hard I tried - up to the point of my own financial ruin - I couldn't fill the hole with Jimmy Choos and Burberry scarves. Believe me, I tried desperately to fill that void with shoes, clothes, and jewelry, to the point where all that money I WAS making... wasn't enough to cover my self-inflicted financial struggle.
I realized that without the fulfillment of my core need to serve, all the money in the world would never be enough. I couldn't be my best version of me without also helping women to improve their money stories, improve their personal relationships, improve their lives, and show them how they could pursue their passions in a way that was financially and emotionally fulfilling.
I decided then and there that I wanted my cake, and damn-it-all, I was going to eat that sucker, too. I was going to say "YES!" to my dreams, no matter what it took. I was going to pursue my passion and fill that void with what was meant to exist in that space... service to other women.
That's when my mentor appeared.
I had always held this secret little flame of being a coach in my heart, no matter how many times my eyes showed me it wasn't "the right way" to become wealthy. I even started getting my Master's Degree in Entrepreneurship, telling myself it was to better serve the Corporation I was working for, but knowing that somewhere in my heart, I was hoping to find the information I needed to know to start my own business.
Sure, I learned a lot of great theory, but nothing beats practical, useful advice that's completely targeted at you. Each passing class I felt more depressed. Maybe I wasn't meant to be my own boss? Maybe I needed some CEO to make all the decisions? Maybe I was just the "Get It Done" girl, and that's all I could ever be?
That's when my mentor appeared. Not in a vision or anything, don't get weird. I was scrolling my Facebook feed and there was a suggested post. Normally, I try to confuse Facebook by closing random things as "irrelevant" or "offensive" (don't judge me!), but before I could click the little arrow, I heard a woman read out of the pages of my diary. She talked about how she loved travel and fashion. How she loved helping people. Most importantly (to me), she talked about how she'd transformed hundreds of women's lives, and helped them to skyrocket their coaching businesses so they could experience not only the joy and fulfillment that comes along with being of service to others, but also how to become wealthy doing it. Like, filthy-wealthy. She had repeatedly launched 7-FIGURE programs!
My heart was skipping beats, it was going so fast. I can't even describe the joy I had at just the thought of being able to live a fraction of this woman's life. I was so eager to subscribe to her list that I actually misspelled my name... So whenever I got her emails, they were all "Hi, Reemy!" Whatever, I'm reading it. Through her story, I was introduced to her Academy program, where she helped those hundreds of women, and I tell you what, I was NOT going to miss that boat.
"I don't care what it costs. I'm IN. Whatever it is, it'll be worth..." Ekk! $12,000. No, not a typo. Twelve thousand. Where on earth was I going to get that kind of money?
Here's where I learned my first real lesson about money.
Where there's a will, there's a way. And let me tell you, I MADE a way. I knew that this was where I'd find the answers I'd been looking for, and I wasn't going to let a silly little thing like being broke (ok so that doesn't feel so little...) stand in between me and my mentor. So I rearranged some things, took a deep breath, and put it all on a credit card. I knew that I had the determination to get the absolute MOST out of what she had to teach, and I wouldn't rest until I had successfully executed every task.
And you know something? That investment started paying for itself. It was slow at first, just a little trickle here and there, but by the time I had finished the Marketing segment, I was posting GREAT ads on Facebook and driving LOADS of traffic to my site. All because I made that leap, took a chance, and invested in myself. I invested in my DREAMS.