“ I love money. Pursuing it blindly almost killed me, but it also saved my life.”
When I was a really little girl, I learned that you had to be tough if you wanted to make it in this world.
That’s the kind of insight that poverty, neglect, trauma and alcoholism will give a child.
Your survival instincts kick in and you spend your days looking in on other people’s lives wondering what normal feels like…
The incredibly beautiful side to this kind of pain is that it in order to survive, you get a head start on mastering the art of self-reliance and persistence–learning how to aim for something and never give up. In my case, destiny made me promise that I would never, ever live like this again and gave me an insatiable hunger to find and live “the good life.”
“I’ve been rich and I’ve been poor. Rich is better, but creating body, mind, and money wealth is the ticket…”
None of us have control over what life we’re born into, so it’s up to us to build the life we really want. I grew up in Camp Verde, a one stoplight town outside of Sedona, Arizona. The daughter of a barber and a real estate broker in a small town, opportunity wasn’t exactly knocking down our door. But alcoholism was. Little kids shouldn’t have to call the bars looking for their parents at night. My brother and I fended for ourselves, microwaving dinners, getting ourselves ready for bed, and laying awake wishing Mom and Dad would just come home.
My escape was found wandering through the forest, climbing trees, pocketing river rocks, splashing down the river with my dog, Lady, and getting lost in the make-believe of a good book. Once upon a time, I was Wonder Woman, a secret warrior princess, fighting villains with the Lasso of Truth, and protecting the world with my superhuman powers. When I was thirteen, my father left for Texas with my little brother, and my mom took off to pursue her own life. I was left to raise myself, not really equipped for life but as ambitious as they come! To pay for sports and camps, I did odd jobs and sold candy door to door. I made my own way, because it was the only option available to me. There was a time when I only had one bra. One second-hand, pinned-together, wash-worn, stained bra to get me through a longer stretch of high school than I’ll say. Along with so much in my life, it was a screaming invitation for mocking, de-humanizing attention–not a fun thing for any girl. But when you’re in survival mode, you learn how to fake it until you can take rejection like a champ.
I dreamed about what the Good Life would be like someday, all the things I would have, things I’d do and places I’d go. I’d later understand this as the fuel that drove my entrepreneurial spirit.
In relentless pursuit…
The first in my family to go to college, I graduated from Arizona State, double-majoring in Finance and Accounting. After graduation, I spent a year skiing the slopes of Aspen and then moved to Costa Rica for a year to learn Spanish (and if I’m honest about it I was really looking to find myself). I’m not sure I “found myself,” but that year changed me. Witnessing deep poverty for a year made my poor upbringing look glamorous–something few people in the US will ever experience–I had new insight on the real opportunity we have in America. Finally settling in Austin, I chose a career in real estate over going back to grad school, and quickly learned that real estate could bring real money and a high income.
I found the guy, bought the ring, white picket fence and had two beautiful children. I was quickly working my way to a 7-figure income, but had yet to be enlightened on proper wealth strategies of The Rich.
My dysfunctional relationship with money and love led to a heart wrenching divorce and left me a single mother with nothing. I had promised myself I wouldn’t raise my kids in a broken home. But here I was alone and broke with a $100,000 tax lien from the IRS. Just feeding my kids was a struggle.
From rock bottom to the very top…
Sitting in the midst of financial ruin and relationship bankruptcy was my chance to learn lessons I skipped as a kid and change the future of my life and my children’s lives. I pressed on with a new awareness and redoubled my efforts to ensure I won this time.
I sought millionaire mentors who could help me leapfrog my success. I did what it took and never looked back. Unconventional by nature, I knew technology was the future and that would be the key to winning in the real estate industry. So I founded GoodLife Realty just before the market crashed in 2008 and was among the few to not only succeed, but made a rocket-style rise to the very top. I disrupted the industry again when I birthed The Paperless Agent designed to help real estate professionals to become tech-savvy and paperless-capable.
I was featured in USA Today and named one of the 100 Most Influential Real Estate Leaders in the country. I was asked to speak all over the world. Apple invited me to their headquarters and Evernote featured me in their national commercials.
I had reached the proverbial top.
But the top of my mountain of money and fame was anticlimactic. I thought to myself, “This is really it?” It was incredibly lonely and the blind pursuit of it with no attention on my health damn near killed me.
Two years ago I almost died. Traditional medicine couldn’t find the answers to why my brain had become totally inflamed, but by Divine Grace I stumbled upon a functional medicine MD who diagnosed me with severe heavy metal poisoning.
At the very end I nearly lost my mind. I was living a daily version of hell. I was literally being poisoned to death, and as my mental and physical strength disintegrated, so did my emotional walls. A diagnosis of PTSD was the “nail in the coffin.” Prior to becoming ill, I had zero empathy for people suffering with mental illness. I believed you needed to “get over it, pick yourself up by your bootstraps and move on.” I didn’t know that sometimes you can’t. I knew I couldn’t go on living and honestly, I didn’t want to if it meant I had to exist in this state. If you’ve ever known this kind of darkness my heart goes out to you…
To date, I’ve spent well over half a million dollars getting well. Money saved my life. And almost dying gave me a new outlook on my purpose in life. I emerged wanting to do something that mattered and found a passion to help people become wealth and health conscious–to become WealthyWellthy™. In thirty days, I wrote Falling for Money, a book about learning to love money so you can live a happy, financially free, good life.
What I now know to be true is that having money wealth without health wellth is irrelevant. When you are so sick, believe me, you don’t care about the money or all the stuff that money can buy. And, what I’ve learned is that getting and being healthy is expensive. (Not to mention that if you ever need to save your life, it could cost you a fortune.)
New life. New purpose…
It’s easy to look at others’ successes and make judgements about how they got to where they are. I was once a frustrated onlooker lacking the tools to get from A to B in business, relationships, wealth and health. When you don’t know what to do, you assume others must just be luckier or smarter than you. Or that these “successful” people somehow have it easier. But rarely do people get lucky. And those that work hard don’t always end up wealthy or wellthy.
LET ME SAY THIS AGAIN: Money is critically important because it creates freedom and comfort in your life. But without your health, money doesn’t matter, because you can’t enjoy what you’ve worked so hard for.
I am committed to changing the world and enlightening millions to abundant living through building extraordinary wealth and finding incredible health. You were meant for greatness and our lives are so very precious and incredibly short, so why not live the best damn lives we can?
I invite you to join me in the happy pursuit of living a WealthyWellthy life…