I know that as an Orchestrator, long conditioned Orchestrator, that I am burned out and am constantly exhausted. I have been sleeping more in the last few months than I have in the past 30-40 years. I have heard of Chronic fatigue as a medical diagnosis and often wondered how someone could be so tired all the time! 😂🤣 Now, I understand! I was wondering how many people are diagnosed as having chronic fatigue who are in fact not living their design? If they started to, would their symptoms of chronic fatigue dissipate. Obviously, I know they may have other factors to consider, a serious illness, cancer, etc.; however, I also know that oftentimes those illnesses are also caused by not taking care of ourselves. Whether that be food, or held emotions, or not treating our ‘Human’ (our body) lovingly. I know, for myself, pushing myself to work to keep up with the Generator types in my family and in business has created this dis-ease, this exhaustion. I am now making changes in my life, setting boundaries, sleeping when I feel my body is drained (even if that means napping in the car on a jobsite!😜), not posting EVERY day, honouring MY rhythms, MY way of building business. This may seem MUCH slower to the outside world (most of whom are Generator types), and that is fine with me! I am NOT them. So…even though I may not be active here every single day, even though I am not creating content every minute, this does not mean that I am not doing anything productive. I simply ‘work’ differently. My system is my own. I will no longer be buying into the idea that I have to build and grow like everyone else. They are NOT ME. We each have our own unique and beautiful qualities and attributes. Some of us (Manifesting Generators) CAN truly multi-task (and NEED to), others of us (Generators) need to find something, one thing, that wholly lights us up that we can grow. Some of us (Manifestors) have brilliant ideas and want to START something and have someone else run with that idea; and then others of us (Orchestrators) want to help guide and encourage (that’s me).

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I am me. I have had great loss. My 1st marriage began at 18 ( he was 19). A love story of all love stories. Not because we were pregnant, just 2 youngins in love. Had our 1st after 5 years of marriage. Then we had 3 more children, perfect! When our youngest was 3 years old, we lost their father in an accident. We had just celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary. I am going to say it, "The best 20 years of my life." Devastated, I had to be strong. He was my soulmate, love of my life. Why we married so young. I believe because our time together was limited. Proceeded to be a mother to our children as the best I could without him. About 5 months later, February, I was alone in the evening, I said to God, " show me my next steps, I am ready to move forward" the following morning after I put the older children on the bus for school me and the youngest were doing a little race back to the house. I slipped on a patch of ice. As I went down I my leg was under me I sat heavily down on to my ankle and crushed it. Ended up in the hospital on Valentine's Day having surgery to repair my ankle. Be careful what you ask for...I was laid up with 4 kids for 8 weeks.. Fast forward about a year after he past I meet my current husband. Another year we marry. He is a great man, a little stubborn at times but I can live with that. Together we have 6 children. 4 mine, 2 his, and then baby makes 7 at this point we are 42 at this point. We build a home together to house the tribe. He already had it 1/2 way done. 7 bedrooms, still our home and down to 3 of us. If anyone needs to come back they are welcome. We both worked and did the best we could. I think we succeeded all of them are doing better than us...now looking toward retirement, dreams of our golden years.We are starting early, I have not worked in 3 years and hubby is retiring next year. He has other ventureshe wants tod do. We are grandparents of 7 and I watch 2 of them about 9 days a month. Faking it until we are making it. So I am on a mission to make income online to pay off debt, keep the lights on and supplement retirement fund.

The power is out. It has been for the past several hours. A massive storm blew through… Knocked down trees, Blocked roads, Broken branches tore down part of the back porch… Roads are a mess. And instead of stressing because now plans of editing videos are out the window… As Rune stated when I reset my ‘goals plan’ ‘Perfect. You’re right where you need to be — storm delays or not. ⚡⛈️ (Universe clearly sending a “rest or realign” moment, not a stop sign.)’ Lmao! He’s correct! Why stress myself about something I cannot control? Instead, I am focusing on what I CAN DO. I CAN communicate with YOU! I CAN brainstorm new ideas! I CAN have a meaningful conversation with Roy! I CAN do some self care (I meditated, I read my book, I hung out with GC (my cat) Sometimes we get SO caught up in our own shit that we can’t see a way out… There are ALWAYS options… Sometimes we need to step outside of our NORMAL comfort zone… Sometimes we need to let others see that we are struggling… Sometimes we need to TRUST and have faith that even when EVERYTHING around us is falling apart and we are in the midst of the storm that things WILL work themselves out! 20 years ago MY life was falling apart! I was not happy in my marriage I hated my job My kids were growing up and didn’t need me as much as they once did. I was unhealthy, having migraines almost daily, vertigo SO bad I couldn’t get out of bed for days on end My husband (now my ex) telling me it was all in my head or that my ‘purpose’ was my kids, when I KNEW that my life was MORE than just my kids! One night I had a dream, a MASSIVE hurricane blew through my life and tore EVERYTHING apart! I could see all that my life had been built on and around pulled asunder in a matter of moments. For days, this dream haunted me… I didn’t understand what it meant… Then one day, my grandson (who was about 1-1/2 yrs old) was over and we were playing. My ex was in the other room trying to watch tv and he got mad because ‘we were making TOO much noise!’

This isn’t a place for pretending you’ve got it all together. This is where we come undone — together. There’s a moment in every woman’s life where it all starts to fall apart. Plans collapse. Identities crack. Purpose gets blurry. And the world around her says, “Just stay positive. Power through.” F**k that. This circle is not about pushing through. It’s about being witnessed while you break, bloom, burn, or begin again. This is for the gooey middle. The storm. The scream you swallow. The tears that don’t make it to Instagram. The messy, holy truth. You’re not weak for needing to fall apart. You’re powerful for being willing to do it out loud. Here in this circle, we honor: - The woman whispering “I don’t know who I am anymore” - The one rebuilding from rubble - The one who just needs a place to land Post your voice notes. Drop your messy shares. Write to your past self. Offer your ritual. Or just breathe here for a while. We’re not here to fix you. We’re here to hold you. 🦋 This is your chrysalis. Let it hold you while you remember who the f*ck you are. You can start your own post under this category, or reply to one of the threads below. You are safe to speak here — through words, art, tears, or silence. This is our sacred cocoon. Let it hold you.