This is My Story
Often we struggle because we are unsure of whether we have what it takes. I know I did....
It took me years to finally stand up to my full height, all five feet one inch (rounding up of course) of it. I am now doing what I’m meant to do and, more importantly, being who I am meant to be. And it feels… good, at last.
I’ve figured it out and I want to help you figure it out too. I help women exactly like you get the clarity, courage and confidence to do what you are meant to do!
Keeping A Promise - My Personal Story
When I was 39 years old, I was in a marriage that was not working. I felt like I was disappearing. The me I loved, and loved being, was slowly being chipped away by this bad relationship. I knew I had to get out before I became a shadow of my former self. Here I was, the woman, the wife, the mother of two young children, breaking up the family: Can I really do this? What are people going to say?
And yet, I knew I had to escape: This is going to be hard. But you know what, I’m going to be fine. Because I have Debbie.
My sister, Debbie. I loved my sister. She was my protector, my counselor, my cheerleader. I knew I could do it because she would be there to help me.
Less than 6 months later, Debbie discovered a lump. We got the diagnosis and it wasn’t good. I was in the room with her when the doctor said, “Debbie is not going to live to be an old lady.” Within a year, she was gone. In those last days in the hospital, Debbie said to me, “You know, Karen, you’re really smart. You need to do big things”.
I always thought life wasn’t about anything more than dealing with what’s in front of you, the day-to-day grind. What do you mean I’m meant to do big things? Isn’t it enough that I’m holding down a full-time job and raising two kids and exhausted all the time?
But then I started to look at all the interesting things that had happened to me. Things that just don’t happen to other people. And I thought, “You’re right. There’s something bigger I’m meant to do”.
What happened next? Well, life happened, I got buried in the minutiae of the job and the kids. I was trying to make ends meet. Sometimes Debbie’s words would come to me, telling me to do something bigger. “Okay, but not right now because I have to get through this. I’ll do it. But not just yet”, I’d say. But when we’re not doing what we said we would do, we always get a reminder. Mine was a burst appendix. I didn’t know it was a burst appendix at the time. But when I finally got the correct diagnosis, my doctor said: “I can’t believe you’re still alive”. A burst appendix can be fatal if left untreated, and I’d had it in my body for 10 days.
In fact, there was one night when I thought, “I’m not going to live to the morning”.
I was alone in bed. The kids were staying with their father and I thought, “I gotta write them a letter. There are things I gotta tell them. Directions I gotta give them. I gotta write them a letter”.
I couldn’t even get out of bed to do that. “What’s going to happen? My sister’s not even here to tell them the things that she’d know I would want them to know”, I thought.
I remember lying there thinking, “Oh God, you can’t take me now. My family can’t lose my sister and then me in the space of two years. Nope. This can’t be the time. I am meant to do something bigger, and this is not my time”. I knew I just had to survive. This is not how it’s going to end.
I survived the night. I got better. And it kind of brought me to the thing I had been putting off. “Alright, I need to go and search for what’s the ONE thing for me”, I told myself. I started on a new path towards learning and development which is what I’m doing today. I love what I do, I get to impact people’s lives in a really big way.
There are still times when I get scared, thinking maybe I don’t need to step up. When I’m fearful, when I’m doubting what I should do, I remember what I promised to Debbie and the belief she had in me. Sometimes I just need to borrow from that.