This year, I basically didn’t work.
Technically, I did work. A lot.
I completed a leadership development program, I coached one of the hardest programs of my life, I tested different products, I led a 90 day group transformation program and I explored the things that felt most fulfilling in my business.
But there were many days that all I did was feel.
At the beach, in the park, on top of a mountain, inside of cave, under a waterfall, gazing at stars, bathing in the sun, or anywhere else I could.
It’s not that I didn’t want to work. I love working and I’m really good at doing stuff.
But I stopped because I no longer believed the bold faced lie that hard work pays off.
I mean, it’s obvious that it’s not true. And I have the receipts to prove it.
First of all, I decided that I wanted to be rich when I was ten years old. Yes, at a very young age I decided that poverty wasn’t my ministry.
From then on, I spent my whole life chasing wealth and prosperity.
That’s 21 years. Basically, my desire to build wealth is the legal drinking age.
I didn’t know any wealthy people, but I had an idea of what the American dream was all about.
I thought that could be my ticket to a better life and it had me chasing achievements like my life depended on it. Because I felt like it did.
There is this pervasive notion that poor people are where they are because they don’t work hard enough.
And when poor people look like they’re enjoying life at all, there’s a problem.
That’s how I felt… about myself. (Obvs I’m a Virgo)
But the truth is, poor people work harder than anyone just to survive. I saw my dad working not just one job, but sometimes two. Just so we could have the basics.
Not to mention the magic my mom worked as a full time caregiver of 4 children.
And both of them are working hard to this day.
So on one hand, I didn’t want to wait for some magical accomplishment to happen before I could start enjoying my life.
Especially since that whole American Dream thing is just a fairy tale anyway.
I wanted to travel now, relax now, and spend time with friends now. But every time I did, I felt guilty.
How could I enjoy my life when my business isn’t where I want it to be.
It seemed as if my options were to either work myself to death as an entrepreneur until I’m rolling in success or give my life away and work for someone else.
I decided that I wasn’t going to let my wealth or even my work define my worth. And I already know it’s going to piss people off.
30 taught me that the skills I used to survive were not the same skills I would need to thrive.
“What if doing could only get me so far?,” I thought to myself. “What if becoming the woman I was born to be is the key to unlocking everything that I want in this life?”
I was raised in a church that said I was already righteous and worthy and deserving… but somehow, it didn’t sink in.
30 found me settling into my inherent worthiness and learning how to flourish in my beingness.
I want my work to be inspired by faith and not fear, worry or anxiety.
I know I said I had 3 rules to break, but I’ve already said so much.
I could tell you more about when I quit my job, lost 6 million dollars, when I had sex for the first time, or when I fell in love with a man who never let’s me settle for less than my best… but I told you that would take all day.
For now, just know that there are no rules that can contain you.
If you stopped caring about what other people thought and realized that you are already worthy of what you want, your life would be different.
I can tell you unequivocally that this has been one of the hardest and one of the happiest years of my life.
I’m not where I want to be yet, but the rest of my 30’s are about aligning who I am to what I want, and figuring out how I can get it effortlessly.
The struggle bus they sell so hard isn’t for me. So if I’m gonna struggle, it’s going to be in service of becoming the highest and most bad bitch version of myself.
Stop looking for rules to follow, and figure out which ones you should break. If you do that, I promise your life would get way more interesting and much more fulfilling.
Kisses!
Tash