My Inner Badass
Recently, I did something powerful. I stepped away from the noise, the pressure, and the constant doing to spend a few days at a retreat focused on clarity—clarity for myself, and for my business.
We breathed. We connected. We shared parts of ourselves that don’t always get air.
We did an escape room where I figured out a crazy-complicated puzzle on my own—and for a moment, I felt unstoppable. Like all the best parts of me were firing at full strength.
And then came the moment that will live in me forever:
We each wrote down the blocks we carry—the beliefs, the fears, the old stories—and pressed the tip of an arrow to our throats. Tiffany, our facilitator, braced the other end.
And then I walked through it.
I broke the block. With nothing but my own forward motion.
That arrow cracked… and so did something inside me.
But clarity comes at a cost.
Because when I got home, I had to do the hard things that clarity demands.
I had to make painful decisions—decisions that protect the vision, but break the heart.
I had to have devastatingly hard conversations. I had to let people go.
I had to face the fact that the dream I’m building isn’t just beautiful—it’s brutal.
And then, my body hit the wall.
After chiropractor, physical therapy, dry needling, emotional release, and soul-deep bravery, I just crashed.
So here I am: on the other side of the arrow.
Tired. Tender. Real.
But also… still moving forward.
This isn’t the end of the story.
This is the middle.
And in the middle, we rest.
We cry.
We break and rise, sometimes in the same breath.
And we remember:
I am the one who walked through the arrow.
I am the one who makes the hard calls.
I am the one who gets back up.
Again. And again. And again.
And so can you, my friends, because there’s a little badass inside each of us.
