The Ache

“Mom, are you okay?” he asked, obviously concerned by the tears he saw streaming down my cheek.

I’d forgotten he was in the room.
Actually, I’d kinda forgotten where I was at all.
All I knew was that my heart felt like it was going to burst into a million tiny pieces. 

“Ya, Buddy. I’m okay. I’m just so…” my voice trailed off as I searched for the right word.

What am I?
What IS this feeling?
Overwhelm? Shock? Excitement? Relief? 

I stared at the screen in front of me, and the eyes looking back at me on the paused video.

And suddenly, I knew…

Desire. I WANT this so badly, my soul is aching for it…

I’d just finished watching a 25-minute video invitation to play in a program that promised to up-level my business and my life, with principles and values that are so in alignment with mine, it took my breath away.

How long has it been since I’ve wanted to participate in a program?

I took a deep breath, traveling back in time, through the half-dozen plus programs that I’ve participated in since I started this journey.

OMG, I haven’t ached for something like this since 2007 when I was offered the opportunity to help teens learn how to love themselves, communicate more effectively, and make integrity-based decisions back in 2007. And holy crap – that changed the course of my life FOREVER!

“Mom?” his voice brought me back to the room again.

“Sorry.” I turned to face him. “Buddy, you know how you felt when you got the invitation to go to Australia?”

“Oh yeah. I was so excited, I could barely breathe!” he paused. “But what does that have to do with your tears?”

“I’m crying because I’ve just been offered something that I didn’t know I wanted until now.

But it makes sense… 

I’ve spent the last 2 years searching for, sifting through, and releasing all of the sales and marketing formulas, techniques, and ism’s that I’d absorbed unconsciously over the years – the ones that just didn’t feel good to me anymore.

And while I’ve been digging for my own voice and approach…
I’ve wished for a model…

  • someone growing a heart-centered business who isn’t compromising, their family, their health, or their soul’s truth…

 

  • someone who is not only preaching that Integrity, Ease, and Prosperity are possible, but is obviously demonstrating that it is with their own sales and marketing approach…

 

  • someone who wants to leave people ‘feeling exalted,’ not disempowered and feeling needy for the next ‘empowerment fix’…

 

“Like a program?” he interrupted my thoughts with his curiosity.

“Yes, a program.”

“How much does it cost?” my little entrepreneur couldn’t help himself.

“He didn’t say. And it doesn’t matter. If they accept me, the resources will come.”

The resources have always come…

And my investment (my faith in action, really) has always brought huge returns in a short amount of time.

I spent a few hours on the application, committed to sharing my vision, experience, and struggles “unfiltered.” 

I shared my answers with a trusted soul sista, who I think sometimes knows me better than I know myself. 

And then I hit SEND. (Gulp.)

They said I’d hear back in 5 days, but they contacted me the next day. (Gulp.)

And I interview with him today to see if I’m a fit. (Yes, yes, yes! I’m a fit! I’m a fit! I’m a fit!)

I’m so excited, I barely slept last night.

My soul is clearly doing the happy dance because the ache is seeing Relief ahead.

(Of course, I’ll let you know how it all goes. LOL!)

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And let’s talk about this SOUL ACHE, cuz I can’t be the only one experiencing it…

  • What was the last thing your soul ached for?

 

  • How did you respond to that ache, and what happened?

 

  • Did you get something out of the experience, even if it wasn’t what you planned?
    (I know that, even if I weren’t to be accepted to this program, my soul needed the process it’s been in for the last 48 hours!)

 

  • What is your soul aching for NOW?

 

I’d love for you to share your answers in the comments below!

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