I’m sitting here with a cup of black coffee after enjoying dinner my mom cooked for me. Colombian black beans. They are delicious.
And I’m wondering how to start sharing something that scares and excites me at the same time.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been heads down working on something that has lived inside my heart for a long time.
A program I started a few years ago that I never fully completed. Not for lack of desire. For lack of self-trust, clarity, and a couple of wrong turns that sent me in other directions.
But it never left me alone.
Some of you might remember it. A few years ago, I created a program for women to envision their future self in an actual portrait they create with their own hands.
The results moved me.
Watching women discover something about themselves through art that they couldn’t find through journaling, thinking, or talking about it. That was the moment I knew this work was significant and real.
I’m coming back to it now. For good this time.
What excites me most is that I will be the first participant.
Because here is my truth. I have dreams and desires I can almost touch. I can feel her, this future version of me, somewhere close. But the image keeps disappearing. No matter how much I read, listen, or reflect, she is out of focus.
I listen to Joe Dispenza. I study Neville Goddard. I attend events that shift something in my body. And still. The picture of who my future self is remains unclear.
That’s exactly why I’m choosing to see this through.
Because I’m living this experience right now. This is not a theory.
Most of us don’t struggle to imagine a better life. We struggle to see ourselves in it. Clearly. Specifically. In a way, the body recognizes, and the doubt cannot erase.
That’s what this program is about. Giving women a space to look within, to explore who they have been, how that has shaped who they are now, and from there to create a portrait of who they are choosing to become. With their own hands. In their own image.
I painted those words on my own canvas years ago. “I am a wonder woman creating my own vision.” I didn’t fully understand what I was doing then. I do now.
This scares me. Which tells me everything I need to know about how much it matters.
This is the beginning of that journey. And I’m sharing it here as it unfolds. The uncertainty, the breakthroughs, the process of becoming in real time.
Because I have a feeling this isn’t just my journey.
It might be yours too.
Me too, my friend. And there are many of us waking up and doing the inner work. Which makes our impact felt and scale. No doubt many folks will be inspired by this and you as I am.