My couregous journey to be autentically me, exposing my bull sh!t to live my beautiful story
"My life is my kids right now. I mean it belongs to them as much as it revolves around them. I feel I am not my own. Those quirks that used to identify me are buried down under the softening of my curves and simplicity of my daily vocabulary. Comfort and durability have become my #1 concern when I shop for new clothes..."
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...I was paralyzed. I lost my purpose, I could not dream. Every belief I had about life and ministry and of course my naive expectations about marriage were all challenged....
When I had my first child my eyes were opened to this secret society of motherhood. While taking care of a baby came pretty instinctively to me, navigating the mom scene did not. I quickly observed that there was this mom code of decorum and I apparently never got the memo.
It took one stranger to embody my worst nightmare and call me out in front of 100 of my peers to shake everything I believed about myself.
My B.S. (Beautiful Story) 
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