…I want to be the kind of brave my baby can be proud of.”
It was a powerful place to set an intention such of this, in the brave, quiet space of a newborn baby, spoken so spontaneously and so raw and from the heart. I felt my heart flutter as I spoke it and only knew there was no turning back, I wouldn’t let myself. For my baby, for my self, for her baby, for my child self, for the world, for my soul.
I too am a mom of a boy, a boy who at the time was 7 and in first grade. I was doing freelance marketing work, primarily for one large client who paid me well and appreciated me. It was the ideal gig at the time, and had been for eight years, offering me stability and consistency through the birth of our son and the early years with him.
But it wasn’t my heart work.
I met a lady recently, a doctor of natural medicine, quite well known in this area and a contributing auther to many publications as well as her own book. We met at one of the first grocery store events ever for me and when I was sharing this story with her, she was looking at me with that funny chesshire cat knowing smile and said, “about how old are you?” 36. “Yes, yes, that’s usually about the age when women start realizing there’s more to life than we thought.”
I know what she means. Though the gig was right in my sweet spot, somehow I had known that doing marketing for everyone else’s brand would only satisfy so long. The thoughts that had always been there about someday starting my own brand, the dream of sharing my own gifts with the world, were suddenly upon me. However much I enjoyed helping others make their dreams come true, I suddenly felt bold enough that I just might be ready to bring my dreams to life too.
So I went into the Dreaming.
And I came out on the other side with Yellow Heart Sisters. During the time I refer to as “the dreaming” I went through a lot of turmoil and challenges in my home life, specifically my marriage. Leave it to relationships to take you to the highest highs and the deepest lows. I found myself needing lots of support from my friends, which I was lucky enough to have an abundance of due to my involvement in my son’s Waldorf school. Thank you angels for the gift of Community. God bless any place that serves as a container for Community, for there is no greater gift than connection.
I found myself connecting with amazing women ~ friends who I knew to be Sisters ~ as we sought to support and understand each other on this challenging journey of human adulthood. I found myself sending and receiving texts from friends and along with their encouraging words often came …. the yellow heart. I love you [yellow heart], means “I love you, Sister.” And that is how I got through those challenging days of being a young mother with relationship challenges and emotional growing pains galore. And so the brand was born, “Yellow Heart Sisters ~ Together We Evolve”.
~ breath ~
I recently added Pit Paste for All Man-Kind, because I believe men deserve to be spoken to directly, and self-care is equally transformative for ALL of us. Every one of us can Free our Pits! The Yellow Heart speaks volumes to women; men, not so much. So after a couple more years of dreaming… welcome THIS…