“Sorry ma’am. You are 60 days delinquent. I have to shut it off now,” the rep from the utility company said, avoiding my pleading gaze.
Explaining to your kids why the power is shut off isn’t easy the first time. Let me tell you, it’s excruciating the third time.
Normally, I’d be annoyed that I just got “ma’am-ed” by a young guy. But today, I had bigger worries.
Because for the third time in 18 months, we were in the dark. And my kids are too smart to believe it was “just a mistake at the power company” again.
I rang up my soon-to-be-ex and begged for a quick loan to get things turned back on before the kids got home from school. Then, I called my best friend Stacy to cry.
“Felicity, you know life would be so much easier if you stopped the divorce and reconciled. Why can’t you at least consid…”
I had already fought through the fears of starting over, dealt with the uncertain emotions my kids felt, and had proof I would be happier being out of that marriage.
Well, “happier” is relative when you are scraping by, flat broke, and getting your power shut off…
My best friend was just the most recent in a long line of people in my life telling me to go back to my ex. And telling me to give up on my crazy idea of becoming a writer and go get a “real job”.
Sure, I sarcastically reasoned. A job that will take me away from my kids 50+ hours a week. And a job that will still leave me living paycheck to paycheck. And stressed out. Not to mention unfulfilled.
I’d rather jab a burning fork in my eye or go without getting my hair done for 12 months than do either of those options. Oh wait. My hair hasn’t gotten done for 12 months. So yeah, I guess a burning fork in the eye it is.
And you may know of me because of my best-selling relationship programs. Or my podcast. Or my articles that are published around the world.
But the story I’m telling you today is how I went from being a broke single mom, one heartbeat away from homelessness to an internationally- known writer making a very handsome living.
You see, when my husband and I made the tearful decision to split up, I had just $207 in my checking account.
I knew I had to pull myself up by the bootstraps. I knew it was now on my shoulders to make things happen in my life.
Even though my ex has been reliable and generous, I could no longer lean on him now that we’d split.
And I was so prepared to light the world on fire. Making all of my dreams come true, living happily ever after…
With a head full of plans and outrageous dreams, I charged up the last bit on my credit card to get a bulletin board and some craft supplies.
Using a bulletin board or poster board, you select images that represent the things you want to accomplish in life and arrange them in a collage.
It’s supposed to tap the Universe on the shoulder and say “Hey! Make this stuff happen for this nice lady, okay?”
So I crafted up a storm. My board had pictures of luxury vacations, a gigundo house, an expensive brand new car, and every fancy thing I could dream of.
“I’m gonna show all of them!” I thought to myself as I was cutting up magazines like a mad woman and taping up visions of the glorious life that was about to unfold for me.
I was so excited and marveled at my beautiful board when I finished. I rubbed my hands together in anticipation of these amazing things that were surely coming my way.
There were no fancy vacations. And George hadn’t showed up by a long shot. Just that rep from the power company.
And while I sat there in full-blown pity party mode, wanting to blame my current poverty-chic lifestyle on some hocus-pocus movie…
But I hadn’t quite cracked the code on how to REALLY make it work for me. I knew there were missing pieces. A mystery to be solved.
I had come through so much pain already that I couldn’t let myself go anywhere but forward. Burning forks in my eye and all that jazz.
I was going to figure out how to make that stupid vision board WORK for me if it killed me in the process.
And even though I was terrified, I clung to that small shred of confidence beating inside of me. I clung to it with white knuckles like it was my only hope.
The house payment would be due soon. Plus, I had two growing kiddos eating me out of said house. And more never-ending bills marching their way toward me than I cared to think about.
I looked up every book, article, and video I could get my hands on about effective goal setting AND the Law of Attraction.
I crammed two journals full of notes and thought my brain was going to burst with all of the good info I found.
Next, I got in touch with my former neighbor. She is a powerhouse business coach who works with highly successful entrepreneurs.
We met for coffee and she divulged her top three surefire tips she gives her rock-star business owners.
In just a few short days, I had done a mountain of research. As I culled through my furiously scribbled notes and a-ha moments, I noticed it still seemed like something was missing.
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