I can’t afford it.
These 4 little words used to rule my life, in fact they were my mantra.
When I was at a restaurant, I used pick a dish that was $12 vs $14 just so I could save a couple dollars.... even though I really wanted the $14 dish. Lame.
I let this limiting belief hold me back from doing all kinds of things in my life.
And the scary thing was that I had no idea that it was a choice. It was just a story I keep telling myself. And it was a LIE. Everything was about lack and scarcity. My intentions were coming from a place of “not enough” so I was tainting the energy in my life. And manifesting more of the same.
Then my life blew up. Like literally.
In 2013, I got pregnant and then...
I lost my job.
I lost my house.
I lost my family’s support because I wanted a drug free home birth.
I lost my grandma to a stroke.
I got Gestational Diabetes. (pricking my fingered 4x day sucked).
I had to move at 8 months pregnant… in August…. in LA… to the deep valley... It was 106 degrees.
My water broke at 33 weeks and I was in the hospital on bed rest for 2 weeks.
And that was just over a 6 month period.