9-28-2020 blog

Rise beyond the bullshit.

Rise beyond the stories.

Rise beyond the things that keep you stuck.

Rise beyond the life you’ve created.

The one you’ve worked so hard for.

The one that isn’t yours.

The shadow life.

The one you’ve given it all to have.

Hustled. Pushed. Figured it all out.

The one you pretend to love.

But don’t.

The life you thought you wanted.

The life they told you you needed to live.

The life they would kill for.

The life that’s killing you.

Taking you down.

Wearing you out.

The life you fought so hard for. Committed to.

Until one day you looked around.

And asked yourself.

Is this really all there is.

Am I really done.

I’ve checked all the boxes. I’ve done all the things.

I’m successful.

And I should be happy. I should be fulfilled. I should be on fucking fire for life.

But I’m not.

In fact. I was so busy building this life up around me. Doing the right things at the right time. Fitting into the right box. Living the right life. Working the right job building the right business.

Being a better wife.

Being a better mom.

Being a better me.

That you forgot why you’re really here. You forgot what you’re here to do. Who you’re here to serve. How you’re here to serve them.

And the truth is.

You’re fucking tired.

You need a break.

You need it to be fun again. Exciting again. Peaceful again.

You need to reclaim your power.

Find the thing you’re here to do.

Rise above the stories in your head.

That you’re not enough.

That it’s not enough.

That no matter what you do.

That feeling inside.

That something is missing.

That you were called for more. That you are here to do big things.

To shake things up. Wake things up.

Change the fucking world.

That you are here to RISE.

To remember who the fuck you are.

To reclaim your power.

To destroy the stories.

To break free from the things that keep you stuck.

You ready.

Hi. I’m Mindy Sartin and 2 years ago I was homeless with my 3 babies.

I got a little job. Moved into a one bedroom apartment. Didn’t know how we would pay the bills.

I built a business out of my laundry closet. I manifested the life of my dreams.

I went all in on the madness of being me.

I let go of the bullshit stories that kept me stuck.

I remembered who the fuck I am and went from zero clients to $10,000/month in 90 days. Then $20,000 30 days later.

Now I live in a beautiful penthouse overlooking the city...have $20,000 days and teach other women how to do the same.

See I had spent 10 years in a marriage. 10 years committed to being a better me. A better wife. A better mom. A better....

See the problem.

I already was enough.

But I forgot.

I tried so hard for years to fit in. To be less loud. Less bold. Less audacious. Less adventurous.

Less me.

I didn’t understand why no matter what I did I always got that look.

You know that look.

The one where they cock their head to the side. Look at you funny as if to be thinking...

What the hell is she doing.

I know you can relate. I know you’ve seen the look.

I know because you my dear. Are like me.

You are not. Were not. And never will be like them.

You my dear. Were never called for normal. You were never called for them.

You were called for women like me.

The crazy ones. The rebels. The ones who know that they know that they know.

You were made for more.

See...here’s the deal.

They...them....the others.

Are chickens. And you are not.

Hear me out.

There is nothing wrong with being a chicken.

Nothing wrong with wanting 2.5 kids. A small house. A reasonable income. A...dare I say it...steady job.

There is nothing wrong with wanting to get by.

It’s just not for us.

The problem is you my love are an eagle.

Yet you have spent your whole damn life pecking around on the ground with the chickens.

You’ve wrapped your wings all up around you. Ducked your head down.

Tried to fit in.

Tried not to make waves.

Tried to be good.

And what happened.

The chickens looked at you funny. Talked shit about you behind your back. Never understood you.

The truth is.

They can’t. They won’t. And honestly they aren’t supposed to.

Because...you are not a fucking chicken.

You. Are. An. Eagle.

You are here to fucking soar.

You are here to make a difference.

You are here to do big things.

And the time has come to do it.

To go all in on the madness of being you.

To remember who the fuck you are and become it.

To make fuck tons of money doing what you love.

Without all the damn rules.

You my dear are here to rise.

And I am here to help you do it.

2 years ago I walked away from everything.

Why...because I knew it was my next step.

And it was hard.

I spent 10 years committed to a life I thought I was supposed to live.

And then one day. My best friend told me I didn’t have to live that way ever again.

And everything changed overnight.

I’m here to tell you the same.

Everything can change in an instant.

Everything can change overnight.

When you remember who the fuck you are. And then become it.

When you go all in on the madness of being you.

When you align with the desires of your soul.

When you take the fucking actions.

Are you ready for more clarity. Ready for more purpose. Ready for more passion.

Ready to tap into the life you’re truly here to live. The money you’re truly here to make.

The impact you’re truly here to have.

Ready to do the damn thing already.

I see you. I believe in you. And you do not have to do this alone.

Xo!! Mindy

PS. Ready to have it fucking all. More MONEY. More IMPACT. More TIME...right fucking now.

Ready to go all in on the madness of being you.

Ready to fucking rise.

The time is now.

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