Behind the coach
I am living my dream life. I wake up (relatively) happy, genuinely enjoy my day, and often think to myself – holy shit, I really did it. I dreamt this up, and now it’s all right in front of me.
But it wasn’t always that way. Not even close.
I used to walk around asleep. Every day was Groundhog Day, and I seriously couldn’t physically bear another Sunday scary hitting the pit of my stomach.
Add 3 kids in 44 months and a clinical diagnosis of severe postpartum anxiety. My therapist actually said to me: “There are people we talk off the ledge. I see you as someone who has already jumped off.” Well damn, Wendy, tell me how you really feel.
The worst part of all? On the outside, I looked like I had everything together.
Clean house.
Coffee dates.
Emotionally available.
Smile on my face.
On the inside, I was drowning.
Being born the oldest of 3, first-generation American, daughter of immigrants with dreams and high expectations is the perfect formula to create a high-achieving woman with high-functioning anxiety, perfectionism, and control issues.
I checked every box: straight As, college, graduate school, Doctorate degree, a “good job” as a Physical Therapist. But I wasnt happy. It took me awhile to understand I had created my life based on someone else’s dream. But once I understood, I never looked back.
At 29 I began to question the path that we are put on as children…go to school, get a degree, work, retire, die.
At 31 I began to learn about the power of the Universe and manifestation.
At 33 that I began to recognize the importance of deep, emotional and spiritual self-care.
At 35 that I began to learn about how the mind works, the infinite power we hold, and how utilizing mindset practices would directly create the experience I woke up to every single day.
After I became a mother for the first time, I started to question everything I’d been told about the way my life “should” look. Wake up, get ready, daycare drop off, work 9-5, home, dinner, bath, bed, rinse + repeat. I kept repeating to myself and anyone who would list: “this is not normal”. They all shrugged and kept on living status quo, but I started to dream.
The biggest thing the pandemic taught me was that life is short and unpredictable. Why was I still following a path that no longer served me? A night on the couch dreaming out loud and a quick Google search led my husband and I to start our entrepreneurial journey. and we haven’t looked back.
We packed up a 2 and 4-year-old, strapped a baby to my chest, and moved from RI to NC – a state where we knew nothing and no one, just because we wanted to.
Everyone told us it would be hard, and scary, and asked us why. The simple and only necessary answer: we wanted to. It was a desire that would not leave our hearts, and we intentionally chose to pursue it. This remains one of our best decisions to date.
The thing about your entrepreneurial journey is just that: it’s a journey. It’s been a long and windy road that started with blogging, transitioning into copywriting, and now coaching.
The one lesson I will share with you as I have entered a new phase of my journey is this: give yourself and your business(es) permission to change, grow, and evolve.
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