But I felt something was missing…I didn’t know what.
While navigating the special ability world and being an advocate, I embarked on a journey of health and became a Registered Holistic Nutritionist. This was the first thing I did for myself in 18 years.
It was the beginning of self-discovery, and what I discovered was my inner critic and martyr.
Inside my thoughts would be things like, “You are too old to go back to school. You cannot learn that stuff anymore.
I found that I spent most of my life trying to be perfect instead of authentic.
It was exhausting. I was stressed, overwhelmed and miserable. Being “perfect” was an ugly job.
In the middle of nutrition school, I joined a network marketing company and found my community. A new home. I felt alive for the first time. It was about lifting each other up. I began going on their weekend training trips about connecting, to learn how to build a team of my own. Be independent!
That threw in some salt into the cultural mix!!
My husband and mom asked if “I had joined a cult”. Drank the Kool-Aid.