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Coma Terms

What a year 2015 was!
FREEDOM was my New Years resolution.  I wasn't sure what that was supposed to be or how it would manifest, but it was what I wanted and needed to happen for me evolve.  I had no idea what I was in for.  I didn't realize my prayers and meditation would take me down this incredibly emotional road to freedom.

A friend of mine described how she had been feeling for the last few months...like she was in a coma...man did that resonate with me!  I experienced extreme highs by celebrating my son's successes and a few of mine, but instead of me using my challenges (I don't want to call them failures or losses) as a catalyst, they became a warm weighted blanket in the heat of summer.  

I had been laid off from my job and all though I knew that I had asked for this...not loosing my job, but the freedom from having a regular 9-5...I finally get to call my own shots...but how scary.  I have been working for someone since I was 15.  It was a shock to the system to say the least...but I asked for it.  Freedom to do me on my own terms.  What were those terms??  Truth be told, the thought of my own terms was what definitely shut me down.  That was the added weight that felt way to much to even consider moving.

Thank God for great friends who had been down this road before.  Constant reassurance that this comatose feeling that i'd been having was very normal.  Going from being an employee to being self starting.

It's 2016 and i've woken up from my coma.  I'm ready to take on this freedom and see it through to it fullest potential.  I realize that showing up for my life unapologetically and honoring the universes gifts, I can and will be able to live have my best year yet!

Lets do this!


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  1. Congratulations, Ida! We are on the road to ourselves. Thank you for your words... You are an inspiration! ❤️

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