I don’t quite remember her.

 

I don’t quite remember being this age.

 

My mother remembers her better than I do. She’d tell me about the little girl who believed “a promise was a promise”. Apparently I also believed that I was totally marrying material. I was well-behaved and could be trusted. Pretty cool eh?

Somewhere along the way this little girl stopped hearing all those wonderful things. Don’t get me wrong, there was no pivotal moments where my world came crashing down or anything like that. My drama was saved for the stage, literally. Just at some point, all that inside chatter turned a bit less confident. Scattered in parts unknown I stopped thinking I was beautiful, or smart or worthy of a fantastic life.

Those internal voices, they can get so nasty and loud.

Here I am, and 50 plus experience, calming these inner voices and replacing them with better messages. Always a work in progress, learning and evolving.

It’s been almost 2 years since my Empowerment Pencils™ arrived. Someone suggested they were all messages I needed to hear myself. Perhaps she was right.

All the best!