When your purpose becomes stronger than your fear

The last few days have been sprinkled with a similar theme.

 

I’ve had the opportunity to speak to talented women who are struggling to find their voice at work or in business. 

 

Own their words. Own their own careers. 

 

Be clear and committed to doing the real work they want to do in their world.

 

Feel truly valued. And know that what they value in their work aligns with those around them.

 

Rather than what someone has told them they should say, do or be. 

 

They often struggle to find the right language. Use the right words. Write their own story. 

 

What we “should” be saying versus what we are compelled to speak about specifically.

 

You have to find the cut through.

 

Professional self versus personal self.

 

How about just your whole self?

 

Our work should fuel us positively, align to who we are, enable us to be the best version of ourselves. 

 

We will spend on average over one third of our life time working.

 

It's a long time to be spending doing anything that doesn't bring  joy and fulfilment

 

I’m in my 40’s, I am already halfway through my life already. 

 

Over half way. And I want to make every minute count.

 

How about you?

 

If you look back at the work you’ve been doing in 2023, do you see more of the same in the year ahead? 

 

Are you living the same year on repeat?

 

Or are you ready for a pivot? A plot twist of your own creation that enables you to write your own next chapter in the work you want to do in the world.

 

Our work should give us purpose, enable us to play to our gifts and strengths.

 

And when we allow our purpose to drive us forward, it becomes stronger than our fear.

 

And when we push past fear, we can do the best work of our lives.

 

“It's never too late to reinvent yourself. Start a new career at 40. Fall in love at 50. Learn to dance at 60. Start a whole new life at 70. Stop saying you can’t. You can and you should. Dreams don’t have an expiration date” - Ravenwolff

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