“Something is VERY wrong…”
That’s the thought I had in early 2010, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
I’d built a wildly successful business, I was making great money, I was living in a big house at the beach, I’d won several national awards, and I was reaching most all my goals.
I was building, building, building with all this masculine energy.
“Bigger, faster, now, more, world domination” kind of stuff.
My choice. It’s what I thought I wanted. And needed.
In 2002, I had been married two years to my first husband, whom I’ll just call “G”. While we each had our own reasonably successful business ventures (I was just really starting to ramp up my online business), we were still struggling financially, living in a rented one-bedroom apartment in Los Angeles, and carrying more than $30,000 in credit card debts. It was surely causing a lot of stress in our marriage.
A friend of ours invited us to attend a “money mindset” seminar that sounded perfect for our situation. Although the event was free, it was still a big decision to take three days off, drive down to San Diego, and pay for a hotel.
