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I’ve Been Rebelling Against What Other People Wanted For Me My Entire Life… And For Good Reason!

You’re A Rebel Baby And That’s Fucking Fabulous!

As a kid it was nothing for me to HEAR what my parents said and take no fucking notice. It was perfectly natural for me.

Because…

What They Wanted For Me Was Totally Out Of Alignment…

With who I was, the person I was created to be and apparently, my life’s purpose.

My mother, who was born and raised in the rural Australia, was typical of women from her generation.

  • She didn’t finish school
  • She married young
  • She had many children

Sure, she had a few jobs early on, but when she married there was no NEED for her to do that anymore.

Although she did work – fucking hard and like a ‘man’ – beside my father. Working cattle and sheep, horses, pulling half dead stock from the dams during floods, fighting bushfires…

You name it and my mother did it.

BUT

First and foremost…

She was wife and mother. And, that was considered to be a GOOD THING!!

And, as with most women of her generation she was raised to believe THAT was her lot in life. I don’t believe my mother married for money…

BUT

I do believe she wanted that for us so we didn’t have to work hard like she did.

AND

I guess it’s no real surprise that she wanted this for us too (I have 4 sisters, not to mention 2 brothers).

As a young girl and throughout my teenage years, even into early adulthood, I heard my mother say – hundreds of times – you need to find a rich husband and settle down.

AND

Every time I’d hear that, I would also hear myself saying (silently – in my mind)…

Like Fuck I Will!!

Now, don’t get me wrong.

I have no issues, problems or hang-ups on being rich. Nor do I have any around marriage…

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BUT

I DO believe marriage is about so much more than ‘being together for money or status’ or being ‘owned’ by your partner, like you’re a prize possession or “part” of the fucking dowry bestowed upon him.

AND

I ALSO believe that as a woman, as a human being, we are absofuckinglutely VALUABLE and WORTHWHILE and COMPETANT and CAPABLE and that we can CREATE OUR OWN RICHES.

In most corners of the globe, firls and women have equal access to quality education and opportunities as boys and men do.

We Sure As Fuck Don’ t Need To Marry For Money or Status

Now, I know there are still plenty of men AND women who believe that is the right way to ‘live life’ BUT that’s sure as fuck now how I see things.

Even as a young girl, I believed that was NOT the way to do LIFE.

I got my first job at 14 years old, in an ice cream parlour and have either worked or been self-employed every year since (we’re talking 30 years here!!)

And, I can distinctly remember being 22 years old with two children under 5, a lazy arsed husband who wouldn’t work and having a desperate need to earn, get, create and have more money of my own.

One day, while visiting my mother I mentioned that I’d applied for this particular job, even though I already had one, and that I really needed to get THAT job so I could provide for my family.

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And, Fuck Me If She Didn’t Say The Words That I Knew Were Hanging On Her Lips

‘That’s what your husband is for!’

Gobsmacked by her prehistoric thinking, I looked directly at her and said “I can make my own money; I don’t need a fucking man to do THAT for me!”

Don’t get me wrong, he was a lazy fucker and it sure would’ve taken the pressure off me a little if he’d gotten his ass into gear and bothered to get a job… (That really wasn’t his thing).

#FML!

I remember leaving her house thinking… “Why the fuck did you send me to school and encourage me to get good grades so I could get a good job when you think the only value I have is as a fucking wife and mother… Surely, I was born for more than this…? I have so much more to give, to offer and to share…”.

It Took Me Years To See Exactly What Was Happening Here

Because I was so young and so confused that I couldn’t make any sense of it.

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I brushed her off as being fucking stupid and lazy.

BUT

As I grew into THIS woman…
As I grew in my career and education…
As I grew as a single mother…
As I grew as a human being…
As I grew in my understanding…
As I grew in my mindset…
As I grew into an entrepreneur…

I realised exactly WHY my mothers’ comments had flawed me so and for so long…

It’s Because They Were Complete And Total Bullshit

I was right all along.

I was born for more than that.
I had so much more to offer and to give.
I was so much more important.
I was so much more valuable.
I was born with so much purpose.

Being someone’s TROPHY WIFE was never for me.

I simply couldn’t imagine anything more FUCKING MINDNUMBINGLY BORING.

And, I couldn’t live with the beating that my self-esteem (among other things) would have to take if I decided that was for me…

You see, the thing is…

I Always Wanted More And I Knew That I Needed And Deserved More

And, I know that it is EXACTLY the same for you too.

You weren’t born to be someone’s prize.
You weren’t born to be given away.
You weren’t born to be dumbed down.
You weren’t born to simply exist.
You weren’t born to be a house decoration.
You weren’t born to be a seat warmer.
You weren’t born to live the life someone else wants for you.

BUT

You are here and you are a game changer.
You are here and you are a creator.
You are here and you are to create massive impact.
You are here to share your value.
You are here and you are worthwhile.
You are here and you are competent and capable

You were born to fucking empower.
You were born actualise fucking change.
You were born to help fucking thousands.
You were born to create massive fucking impact.
You were born to challenge the fucking norm.
You were born with a unique fucking purpose.
You were born a fucking bad-ass, kick-ass leader.
You were born to create your own fucking riches.

For you, there will be no fucking Prince Charming coming to your rescue…

He can ride right on past your fucking door on his magnificent and trusty steed…

You’ll Rescue Your-Fucking-Self!

BECAUSE

You are a rebel woman baby!
You are your own leading lady!
You are the fucking Queen!
You are the hero of your own story!
You are the creator of your own riches!