Last weekend my daughter was crying.
Last weekend my daughter was crying, the kind of crying that hurts a mom heart. I hugged her and she whispered “Mom, the only place I can be myself is with you. With everyone else I have to fake it or they push me away. I don’t want to be alone.” Long silence. Tears came to my eyes. I told her, “You know what? I feel the same. It’s always been like that.” I’ve never had a big group of friends, and even now maybe two or three I can be real with, talk about the things that matter to me, what I believe, what makes me cry, the injustices in the world, the magic, my psychic weirdness. She was surprised. “Reaaally? And why is it so hard, Mom?” And then I realized, between my friends and the groups where I study, I hear the same thing over and over: “Here I can talk about it. My family or my old friends don’t get me. They think I’m crazy or too much (fill the blank).” That’s one of the reasons I created this community on Skool, to speak without veils about what I feel and believe, and to lead an international circle of rebel women who are deeply spiritual but don’t fit the usual new age or religious boxes. Women who want it all but sometimes feel guilty about creating wealth while the world is burning. A space to BE. To create wealth. To help those who need it. To change our corner of the world and, together, contribute to building one that’s freer, fairer, and abundant. You belong here, come and give me a hug 🤗 https://www.skool.com/prosperity-pact