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Sure, you've seen me spew positivity and curse words all over social media. And you have read some of my blogs. But let's get fucking real for a moment – life hasn't held back in throwing its curveballs my way. I've danced cheek to cheek with failure, addiction, and heartbreak that could've flattened me, and at moments in my life, I wish it had. But guess what? I didn't just get up; I rose like a fucking warrior, and I'm here to show you that you can too.
Today, while people are identifying as cats, I identify as a mistake. My pronouns are oops and uh-oh. You can laugh. I do. My parents weren't married and my dad has been a bachelor most of his life. I was a surprise after a short period of time and boy oh boy, sometimes I wonder how I wasn't put up for adoption. But in the end, they sired a fucking legend. #yourwelcomeworld
Let's start at the beginning shall we? My mother was not in the picture. Well, thats not true, she was when she wanted to be. From stories and hearsay, I think she realized that she was not meant to be a mother. Probably where I get my non maternal instinct from. #dink She would drop me off with relatives with the intent of being back in an hour, only to show up in a week...or two. She would take me to parties and one time when I was two, we went to someones apartment, she sat me on a windowsill, and I leaned back and the screen gave out and I fell two stories into a dumpster. I don't have any memories of it, but I do have the scars on my face.
As humans, sometimes we think we want something, until we have it. Like my mom thinking she wanted me, but then handing custody over to my dad. And when I was celebrating my forth birthday at Mickey D's, jacked up on the clown cake that was mostly icing, my mother was tragically killed by a hit and run. I often wonder to this day if the person who hit her ever came clean, or ever told anyone. Are they even still alive? It has been 35 years. If you're reading this, I forgave you long ago.
So, from battling 20 years of addiction to wrestling with rock bottom... twice, I've stared down the barrel of life's toughest moments, moments that you read about and never think would happen to you. But in the midst of the madness, a spark ignited. I got tired of being buried and decided to claw my way out of the grave and take back my life. #yolo
My life continues to be a wild collage of experiences – a blend of heartache and victory that's shaped me into the badass I am today. Losing my mom when I was a kid was a heart-wrenching blow, and surviving a fall from a damn window at 2 years old was like a foreshadowing of the battles I'd face. But you know what, who knows where I would have been if those things didn't happen. Life is happening for you, not to you. #readitagain
Growing up with a dad who was in and out of hospitals for kidney failure, I craved stability and unconditional love. We weren't a "lovey" family. There were no "I love yous" No hugging. Really know showing emotions at all. I was always told to "hush up and put my hair up." Probably why my hair is always in a bun and I am loud AF.
So, like a statistic based on my history, I dropped out of high school, became a full blow addict, working just to support my habit. But you know what? I refused to let that script define me. I clawed my way to a high school AND college degree, #boom embraced my role as a fierce independent woman, and turned my chaos into my claim to fame. #whoruntheworld
But as you know how it goes, life threw more obstacles at me than I ever thought possible. Abusive relationships, job losses, and business misfires were like a twisted knife in the ribs of life's struggles. I even had tens of thousands of dollars stolen from me from a so called "friend." But I didn't crumble; I rose. From high school dropout to a certified money whiz, I flipped my struggles into stepping stones to success.
I didn't just rise; I soared like a freakin' phoenix. out of the ashes like in Harry Potter, I kicked open the fucking doors to real estate in my flip flops #causethatshowiroll and now own a jaw-dropping $2 million worth of property in less than 24 months. I flipped the script on my failures, I owned them and hustled, because life will NEVER be comfortable. There is ALWAYS something to work towards.
I'm not just surviving; I'm thriving. Today, I'm an author, a speaker, and a collector of some seriously badass diamonds. But what really makes my heart sing? Giving back. I've walked the path of struggle, barefoot, so I'm sharing my success, and I'm pumping life into those who need it most. You. If you made it this far, this is for you babe.
My journey ain't done – it's a testament to unapologetic determination. I have danced with the devil more times than I can count. But guess what? I'm still here, and I'm standing stronger than ever. Now, sister friend, I'm inviting YOU to join me, to stand beside me, and to be part of a powerful retreat that captures the very essence of my journey.
This isn't just a retreat; it's a fucking transformation. It's your chance to rewrite the rules, embrace the chaos, take life by the balls and turn it into your conquest. Do not let the economy tell you how your future is going to unfold. YOU become the economy . More millionaires were made during the great depression than any other time in history and I am going to show you how. How NOW is the time time. Do NOT miss this opportunity to be apart of history. Because this is the ONLY time we will have before we are put to final rest.
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With fierce determination
xo
Sara
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