Hey you MonsteRiser,
There’s something you need to know before we start courting.
I’m a psycho!
There I said it!
Yup, you heard me right.
But not the creepy skin crawly, fedora hat wearing, gloved razor armed serial killer psycho like Freddie Krueger.
I am a Psy with a capital P—pupils dilated, gone where ever the wind blows her kind of psycho.
The kind where a girl escapes a life of poverty, teen pregnancy, and domestic violence then pulls herself up by the boot straps by going to school at night for sixteen years straight to earn three degrees; and later claw her way up the corporate ladder to grasp a piece of the American dream. Only to encounter mid-life crisis (well, there’s more to it than just that but that’s another story for another time); and then decides to walk away from a prosperous and promising corporate career to embrace a big little word that scarred the baby Jesus out of her: purpose.
Who does that?
Moi… the psycho! That’s who.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I ain’t judging Freddie or nobody who’s got a little ill-intended, pent-up frustration with life.
I’m just sharing my own story.
The kind of story that says when life hands you lemons, you make lemonade. I know that’s cliché, but it’s real.
I’d had a whoooole lotta lemons—the ripe, tart, tangy kind that put a sour in your mouth that’s so dang foul it makes you pucker.
I had a choice: I could wallow in my sour, or I could make lemonade.
I chose lemonade.
But the shocking truth was I’d soon discovered: Life didn’t just hand me lemons. It handed me something far more scary: monsters.
The year was 2010 and I was about to confront some of the most treacherous monsters of my life. I’m talking Freddie Krueger’s daddy type of monsters. The kind that hauls your hynie out of bed in the middle of the night, make you drop to your knees and beg for mercy.
It wasn’t easy.
Before I could even think about sitting down to a nice cool glass of sweetness, I had some lessons to learn.
- First, monsters are very, very real.
- Second, I had to surrender to what is and let go of what was.
- And finally, life is all about lemons. Either I was going to squeeze it or not.
I squeezed! Boy did I ever… Oh, and I also kicked some monster’s tail along the way.
Well, most times the monsters were kicking my tail. But when the universe calls you to embrace your purpose, isn’t that what life is all about—struggling through adversities to come out on the other side all the better for it?
If someone had told me that my greatest lessons would come from monsters, I would have roared a defiant: Yeah right! But as I look back on my life, it is nothing short of remarkable how those difficult moments forced me to dive deeper into my soul and explore who I really am.
Who am I?
The psycho, remember?
Now that you know that, are you still interested in courting? Because I’m fitnah (as my mama used to say) take you on a journey that’s going to inspire you to confront your own monsters and take back your passion, purpose, and power.
So strap up, hold on and let’s get to squeezing!
Today is the day you let go of the things
that no longer serve you.
— A Wise Teacher
XO… Stay inspired!
L.Y. Marlow empowers and inspires women to live a more purposeful and joyful life through guided self-discovery and embracing their authentic selves. A dynamic speaker, award-winning author and accomplished social entrepreneur, she advocates for women to confront and conquer their fears and tap into their passion, purpose, and power.