I don’t want to have a life where I have no one to call my own. Where others have no problems landing the relationship of their dreams, I seem unable to do so.
On my recent visit, the 13-year-old asked if I'd brought the journal with me because he had new info. Something else I do to stay involved: I have my daughters e-mail me the spelling test for the week.
I’ve constantly been described as “smart”, “intelligent”, “courageous”, “driven”, “powerful”, “strong”, “highly developed”, “capable”, “intellectual”, “career-driven”, and at times, “fearless”.
Since my early 20s (I’m 28 at this point of writing), I’ve been regarded as a “power woman”.
Later on, I quit my well-paying job in P&G right at the start of a financial crisis no less, to pursue my passion to help others—with no prior skills or knowledge in this area.
I then turned my passion into a full-fledged business (Personal Excellence) which now earns me more than my previous job in P&G today, with 95% of my income being passive income.