If you think she’s going away, you’re crazy.

She doesn’t take days off, she has nothing but time. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and she’s very, very good at her job.

She’s the only thing that stands between you and me–your inner voice, that is. The one that has kept you in a forever limbo, on the merry-go-round you can’t seem to get off of. She makes you doubt everything about yourself–makes you question your purpose.

She was born out of the people and experiences that shaped what you believe about yourself, and she knows you well. She knows exactly what will make you pause, what will make you take yourself out of the game, what will make you back down. She knows the story to tell you, word for word.

That’s what is keeping you from living the life you were created to live. The story. The story you tell yourself everyday, about who you are and what you deserve.

You see–all these women on my page, every last one I’ve ever posted, is no different than you. They aren’t braver, smarter, prettier, or better, nor have they had it any easier. They all just got to a place where they realized they had a say. That they didn’t have to live inside the pages of a story that no longer felt like theirs. That a new one was waiting for them, if only they’d grab the pen.

What keeps you from this isn’t money, it isn’t distance, and it isn’t time. Those hurdles exist imply to see if you want it bad enough. And once you do, nothing, not even the voice that grips you, will be able to stop you.