It is 8:56pm on a Friday evening.
I'm sitting in bed drinking chocolate milk still unable to make myself close my laptop, put on some binge worthy show on tv, and veg out after a long week.
I've decided that my in this blog, I'm going to throw away the already very small filter I have and just share the raw fucking truth. The stuff behind the scenes that the coaches and online content creators don't share with you on their insta stories or beautiful instagram feeds.
I'm going to vent.
I'm going to share my journey.
I'm going to talk about whatever the hell I want to talk about in that moment.
And at this moment, at 9:05pm on Friday evening, I want to talk about the shit you don't see.. The hours, the love, the hair pulling, the failures, the carefully soul inspired programs and launches that are epic failures...
As I was doing work on my computer, I always have on something in the background. Most of the time it's subliminals but...
Back in January of 2021, my Instagram got deactivated. For months, I was battling online scam artists taking my photos, creating fake accounts, and messaging my followers telling them they were “drawn to them” and scamming them out of their hard earned money. If you are interested in learning more about this shit show, head on over to this blog post.
Now, let me get back to my story.. After my account deactivated, and after weeks of trying to reach out to Instagram in hopes they will be able to reinstate my account, I decided to give up and just start a brand new account from scratch.
During the past 11 months of having this new account, I changed my Instagram handle a handful of times. Trying on new names or branding to see if anything would fit. Nothing ever did. Nothing was ever a ‘HELL YES!’ for me. The whole idea and figuring out my brand, my online identity, was never an enjoyable experience to me. I tried so hard to make it work...