I realized In early childhood. What I look like. Does not define who I am. This fundamental life lesson was taught to me by my Mother Margie. She consciously empowered me to hear my inner voice. The voice unique to me. Like my fingerprints. The voice generated from my thoughts, feelings, ideas and most importantly dreams. I quickly learned it has no limits. I realized it fueled my intellect and imagination and defines who I am. A connection that moved from the passenger to the driver’s seat of my life. My Mother gave me a great gift! The space and support to be defined from the inside out. Now that’s power. I was never told to be more or asked to be less. It is just that simple. Thanks Mom margiesdaughter.com
