What’s your purpose?
What were you put in this earth to do?
What do you have to offer?
Who, me? Well, I tell a mean band camp story (this one time, in high school, I farted directly into my Scottish foreign exchange student’s ear)…
I can talk with my mouth semi-closed and really pisses my husband off (he hates it when I do that)…
And I can rock the hellllll out of sweary jewelry at fancy events (the FUCK FUCKITY FUCK necklace is always a conversation starter at weddings)…
Srsly, why am I even here?
If you haven’t found your calling yet, you’re not alone. I’m not exactly sure why I’m on this big ole chunk of planet, but I’m pretty damn sure I’m not 100% doing my THING just yet.
The good news: I love my job – bringing other people’s vision to life with my writing is fulfilling AF.
But there’s MORE.
Wanna know what really gets me all juiced up?
- Being a catalyst for women who want to marry who they are to what they do.
- Being an inspiration that makes them believe they can dream it and do it.
- Connecting and entertaining while teaching and leading.But there’s this little thing called fear that whispers in my ear…
… you can’t do it.
… you’re not smart enough.
… you don’t know enough.
… nobody wants to hear from you.
… you aren’t qualified.
… you’re a nobody.
… you’re a fuck up and always will be.
WHOA, dude. That’s some mean shit.
It takes some balls to tell those voices to shuddup and get gone, and honestly, I’ve just recently realized that I’m tired of going it alone and I want some help.
I need someone who can simultaneously hold my hand and kick my ass as I walk through the fear and GO FOR IT anyway.
Oddly, I don’t really have an end-goal in mind just yet, but I have this weird pull in my gut that moves me forward and into the unknown.
Today, I joined a mastermind with an amazing woman I met this week. I took an action that was fueled by faith. Faith that asking for help is gonna get me closer to where I’m going.
I said YES to the next leg of the journey.
And you? Do you know where you’re going?
Whatever your answer, the thing to remember is that we’re in this together and I want you to consider this a tap on the shoulder that says…
I SEE YOU.
On a journey of your own, working your ass off and shooting for the stars.
And you wanna know what?
I’m here for you as you go left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot…
If you need some hand-holding or ass-kicking, you know where to find me, right?
Your pardner in crime, Jill.
(Ms. Pond if you nasty).