👉🏻April 5th 2018 👶🏼 I became this little guys Mom💙 I didn’t think my heart could love like this! He’s taught me a lot so far... #learning#growing#loving I’m honoured to be part of the Mom’s Club! 👊🏻 And now it’s back to work! 🤓 #realtor#house #2019 #motherhood
The warriors in the ring ready for battlle.Im a fighter and a warrior and always jave been.Something thats born onside of you.After my boxer career was halted because I became very very ill.
I was in and out of hospital for around 2 years with many different problems arising. Stroke,internal bleeding, bleeding ulcers, heart defect problems,sever depression and anxiety. But I fought through it and defeated it.
And I am proud and strong to look back and see where I was too where I've come. To me that is success. And I'm thankful to God that he spared me because I've got big plans. AMEN
яσα∂ тяιρ‼️ Visited the lovely ladies at the shea butter corporative today with my cousin @luvfunke 🤗! Jumped in, had a wonderful loving day! If I could just play back everything my eyes have seen these last 2 days in this country, omg the memories! Just beautiful ❤️🥰💕🥰🇺🇬 #UgandaAfrica#Living#Loving ❤️❤️❤️ #BusinessMoves
It’s time for a huge energetic upgrade. I can feel it. I’ve been working on my money stories lately + have found a real block between what I think I’m worth consciously + subconsciously. In some incredible training we had the other day, it was said that your self worth is a direct reflection of your net worth. Now read that again - your self worth is a direct reflection of your net worth.
As women, so many of us have icky money stories. Rich women are bossy, bitchy, too materialistic blah blah. And most of the time we make up these stories in our mind from childhood when we are exposed to movies where rich women are usually deemed as the villains + even celebrities who are deemed as divas for knowing their net worth!.
Being a rich women does not make you a bitch, unlikeable, untrustworthy, intimating etc. It’s just conditioning we’ve had has kids - even Cinderella had evil rich step sisters! Money actually gives you freedom to make a greater impact on the world + truly make a difference not only in your own life + that of your family, but on a much larger scale. I truely believe every woman should be financially independent + not need to rely on a man or anyone else for their finances. Particularly when we have kids. There are so many options available these days to create your own stream of income while juggling kids which gives you the ability to work from wherever + whenever you want. And your kids don’t miss out! They get to see their Mum slaying all areas of life + finding their own sense of worth.
I hear so many stories daily from women saying I need to check in with my husband if I can spend that, my husband said that I can’t spend any money, I don’t like spending on anything for myself because my husband won’t like that + it blows my mind. Women, let’s empower ourselves + become our own heroes so we can lead the way for the next generations. And if you too need to work on your dirty money stories, I highly recommend the book Get Rich Lucky Bitch 💰.
THE I DON’T WANT TO WRITE / TALK ABOUT IT FAE•
🕳 (an offering to the fae of void.) .
Here’s a story about childhood — when I was a girl my parents taught me to visualize, to “manifest” to voice affirmations. My mother tried to teach me to work with #fae and I never wanted to. My well intentioned New Age parents also were afraid of my anger — afraid of their own. They told me there was no place in the universe for anger, no way to express it AND manifest. That it wasn’t part of the fae, wasn’t part of God. I never believed them and (in fact) quit meditating, told them God wasn’t real, dove deep into the study of Anarchy, and learned French only so I could read dirty French poetry. Nothing was coming through and I fucking loved it. As a Reader — sometimes — things don’t come through because sometimes things don’t come through.
Things have not been coming through. I’m in a time of void with #faeriefriday and realizing I’ve been so hard on myself about this. In fact, I needed a reminder from my pre-teen self who said this is bullshit. This doesn’t mean anything.
February - even before my Mom died - has always felt like a voided time and a scary time. And I wanted to quit doing all my practices. I often want to quit in February. And, in the car to my day job, I felt a nudge from a space of “fuck this.” Of trying to pretend like the void doesn’t exist. Of wanting to burn it all down. .
This one’s for the voided fae. For the I’m not getting out of bed today fae. For the fae of “I don’t know.” For the fae of “I don’t fucking want to post on Instagram about the fae.” For the fae of nothing exists. For the fae of endings. For the fae of empty. For the fae of this isn’t even happening. For the fae of not. 🕳 Merry #faeriefriday. 📸 from Pintrest.
Mamak dan bapak tiga anak ini hanya terus bersyukur dalam hidup.
Ada yang tertawa, ada yang bangga, ada yang cemas, adayang ga perduli. Itulah banyak cara pandang yg kami terima.
Tapi kami hanya terus menikmati garis yg sudah Allah beri.
Nikmat mana lagi yang kau ingkari
#loving parents #loving children #we try #try#life must go on #love papah #love nykysa #
Allah always bless us 😇❤️
Happy bday to the best daddy in the whole word 💗💗💗
He's always the happiest and the grumpiest, the fact that he's always there for me, from chosing shoes for my dresses to teaching me how to fix a faucet, is the most precious gift.