What could happen if you dared rewriting your story. Insights from a woman, whose life got harder, so she decided that things had to change.
It's my vacation season right now, and I've taken a some time to write down a story I'd love to tell you.
It is about an ambitious woman who likes to succeed, accomplish, lead her teams and deliver high-value work.
She likes concrete things. She uses her personal power to move things forward for the benefit of the family or societal group to which she belongs and to which she wishes to contribute.
For her, integrity, balance, self-worth and authenticity are important values. Without them, it's impossible for her to act.
This woman loves to win; she's not content, she forges ahead and resents life.
She has the fibre of life's champions, and at the height of her energy, she demonstrated a solid, clear, almost surgical mind, to the point where her choices, sometimes difficult to make, were not understood by everyone.
She is fierce about her independence, which leads to overwork and, at times, a loneliness she experiences intensely in the face of life's challenges. She finds it hard to delegate the (many) responsibilities she feels are hers, and does more than she should.
Lately, this former champion is tired and frustrated. Life events have followed one another without respite, one after the other, putting her in situations of failure, real or moral. Life seems to set her up for endless traps, so this fighter's strength weakens. She feels under life's thumb, she tires, and concern for those around her increases: her children, her partner, her family, her colleagues... except for herself!
Secretly, she doubts herself and her abilities. She doesn't dare admit it, or admit it to a third party, not knowing whether this vulnerability she fears so much - that she's not up to the job and not good enough - could play tricks on her. She has responsibilities to assume towards her family, her children and her company. Let vulnerability stay far away from this lioness who is slowly weakening, let it not get in the way of her life, her need to function, to contribute, to achieve.
It's thanks to the fear of the consequences of this vulnerability that she manages to moderate her frustration and move it elsewhere, venting it on work, food, etc.!
Because, yes, she feels deep down that the change fermenting within her is a wave that threatens to destabilize all her old balances, everything she's worked hard for all these years!
In this transitional situation, confusion reigns and she doesn't know which direction to take. So she keeps control with her iron fist concealed in her velvet glove, often expressed in her soft, soothing voice, while the message is harsh and direct. But if she gives sharp feedback, it's not to hurt, but rather to awaken and inspire to move forward. She's been told: “You're a man's man! This phrase, uttered by those around her, like others, marks her uniqueness: she often feels different, misunderstood and judged.
She would like to bring out the beauty in herself: the passion that drives her, the sacred fire that keeps her alive, her desire to discover new horizons, her creative power, her joyful strength. She'd like to find a situation where she can expand, breathe deeply, be more relaxed, blossom fully, savor freedom without fear of tomorrow, share her hidden gifts, live in a space of solidarity, increase her prospects, except that doing so would take her off the beaten track, and her mind refuses.
But the spirit fights on the field of her body, because her soul hasn't forgotten her old childhood dream, tucked away in a forgotten corner of her memory under disappointments, sufferings, the imperatives of a human life as a woman, the pressing events of life that follow one another, the needs of her family, her partner, her children (if she has any), her colleagues.
Today, her body is telling her to slow down, to look elsewhere, to change course. She's been told she has a serious operation, a fatal illness, she's been given time to live. Two years. That's when she asks herself, “What would I do with the limited time I have left to live? "
She understands: life has sounded the alarm bell, the evidence that time on this Earth is not immutable is before her eyes. Change is now or never. She decides to set off in search of the treasure that has been lying within her since the dawn of time. That there is no other choice. So life changes, history changes. She rewrites it. And in this story, she puts herself first, she wins for herself, and in so doing, she discovers that others too, her family, her partner, her children (if she has any) and her colleagues are winners.
Two years means twenty-four months, twenty-four steps to achieve what's closest to her heart. A childhood dream, a round-the-world trip, a contribution to an association, or who knows!
The what is secondary, what matters is the power of happiness in the face of this self-realization, this bliss she will taste thanks to her personal journey of self-discovery and self-realization.
So this woman, who had forgotten her champion's trump cards under life's mille-feuille, pulls them out of her trousseau. And that's when she becomes a Champion of Joy, a badass with a big heart whose mission is to offer the world her unique contribution.
This woman, dear reader, is you.
If this story speaks to you, I hope it will inspire you and give you the courage to open the door to the change that's coming for you.
If these words have caught your attention, it's because my book “Championne de Joie” (due out: end of July 2024) and my transformation program “Championne en carrière” are made for you.
In my book, you'll find the thread of my personal experience that illustrates the 4 fundamental pillars for keeping a strong mind and attracting to yourself the best life circumstances, diverting (or mitigating) those that are unfavorable to you today.
With my program, you'll get personalized support and be surrounded by a community of lion-hearted women just like you.
In any case, whatever choice you make, I wish you a rewarding journey of personal development!
With love and joy,
Eulalia
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