There was a time in my life when I felt completely invisible.
I had a husband, two seriously amazing kids, a great house in a great neighborhood, money, friends, a job…”all the things”.
Yet I was lonelier than I’d ever been in my life.
Merely existing.
Completely unseen.
Invisible.
I’m not the only woman who has felt this way.
In fact, I don’t know many women who haven’t felt this way. We just don’t talk about it is all.
We give so much of ourselves to our kids, husbands/partners, and careers, that there’s nothing left of us.
We are no longer SEEN as the woman we once were, we’re just, well, ‘there’….always there.
There to make dinner.
There for bedtime snuggles.
There for birthdays.
There for soccer.
There for drop-off and pick-up.
We’re there for everything and everyone except ourselves; like a 1950s housewife minus the pack-a-day Chesterfield habit.
So, we become a shell of our former selves.
We become invisible to ourselves.
Merely existing for others.
Until one day we wake up, look in the mirror and think. What. The. Fuck.
What happened?
Who am I?
What’s this muffin top shit?
And….OMG is that gray hair….DOWN THERE! (no one tells you about this)
You were so invisible to your own self that you are no longer yourself.
But who are you now?
Time to figure it out, my friend.
I had my own path to take. One that involved divorce, therapy, overspending, lots of costume changes, over drinking, under-eating, over-exercising, under-exercising, avoidance, Reiki, energy work, self-help books (I think I single-handedly kept Barnes and Noble in business), mentors, coaches, courses, you name it, I did it.
I vowed to do anything and everything, regardless of the time or money, to NEVER, EVER, EVER be invisible to myself again.
I will never just ‘exist’, again.
Now it’s your turn to be seen.
It’s your turn to be visible.
It’s your turn to no longer just ‘exist’.
It’s your turn…period.
You begin on June 5th inside The SHED.