Goodbyes are tough. Truth be told, I’ve never been good at them. I often avoid them, they are so unsettling to me. I spent a childhood filled with goodbye after goodbye…and my take away was to push through without feeling, until I made it to the next destination. The goal–>survive and try and make the landing as soft as possible.

I don’t talk about this much. It made me who I am, with an amazing amount of cat-like resiliency and a minimal amount of neediness. I’m OK, pretty much where ever I find myself. I have learned to trust my intuition, and have made some very ballzy jumps off of precipices that many people would only look from afar and say “no way.” Like leaving our home and friends in Israel, 6 years ago. We left nearly everything behind. I had my four kids in hand and $500 in my back pocket. It was one of the hardest steps we ever had to take…but we did it. We survived, and with the love and kindness of many people, we created a beautiful home and community. We curated a very safe container that has helped us to thrive.

Many of you who have been close, know…but some of you don’t. Two years ago, when Hurricane Matthew struck we were divinely guided to head to Atlanta. It was scary not knowing if we would have a home to return to here…meanwhile, little did we realize that this was the guidance we were receiving to help the kids up-level in their music studies. Recently, the twins were invited to participate in Georgia State University’s Dual Enrollment Program, specializing in music studies. This program is for high school Seniors and enables them to complete their Freshman year of college together with their Senior year of high school, completely funded by the state. Furthermore, if they continue to maintain their very high GPA’s, they could qualify for scholarships and grants that would fund the following 3 years.

As a single parent to four kids, there is not much I wouldn’t do or give to help them move forward…even if it means discomfort for me. As I see it, if I could give them the gift of stepping into the next stage of their lives without outstanding student loans to pay off, over the next 25 years…then that is a very minor discomfort I must go through to allow them to move forward without the painfully heavy burden of lingering debt.

We have received harsh judgment from some that claim to be close to us. We also have received an enormous amount of support and love from those who are truly close to us, who realize what a tough and risky leap of faith this is for us.

Over the past 2 years, I have worked to make my coaching practice “location independent,” for many reasons. It has enabled me to work with amazing people from all over the globe. It also is now enabling us to make this move to Atlanta, for the next school year.

What that equates to, is leaving our entire safety net behind and stepping out on a journey, as a family team. It’s scary and unsettling. It’s a huge leap of faith…but this is EXACTLY what I do with my clients. I help them unpack their limiting belief patterns to embody the healthiest and most authentic versions of themselves. I hold their hands as they jump off the precipice into their new realities. What kind of coach would I be, if I didn’t do that for myself and my family when opportunity knocked?

Truth be told it’s hard…really uncomfortable, scary and a little sad. There is a little twinge of the death of things that we may not experience again, in this way, with many people that we love. It’s also exciting and filled with new faces and opportunities for future growth. We will be coming back to visit frequently. But as I look out the window at the rain, I can tell you that the tears are flowing at an equal cadence and my heart feels vulnerable and raw.