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A Note to My Younger Self - By Libby Haan

Dear Libby, Keep creating. It will lead you to pursue your love of the arts and study art history at New York University, where you’ll spend semesters in Paris and Rome. You'll graduate, step into a white-box gallery and realize it's not for you—but don't worry, it'll still inform what you do. Years later, you'll realize what you love about art is the power of an idea and making it reality. Later still, this will inspire you create your own company from something personal. But first, you'll spend over two decades working in fashion PR. Mere weeks into your first job, you'll be sent to Milan for your first runway show. Baptism by fire, as they say. You'll spend the majority of your first paychecks on anything lace—lace tops, lace bras—when you really should be saving up for rent. New York City isn't cheap! But you can't help it; you got your love of lace from mom. You’ll leave PR for a period to teach yourself how to play the electric guitar, writ...

Storm Chaser

Violent. Disruptive. Tumultuous. These are words used to describe storms. Both actual and metaphorical. When you hear the word STORM, what do you think? By definition, it ensues chaos. I bet you've never thought of JOY, though. Having the clarity of mind to choose joy during a storm brings freedom. Perhaps even purpose. Most will tell you to push through to the other side of the storm. What happens when you have to sit in it? Recently I walked out to my car to run errands. As I looked up, dark clouds were moving in. I thought to myself, oh wow, a storm is coming. I got in the car, and I saw a raindrop, and soon I was consumed. The rain poured droplets that reminded me of the size of rain in the movie "A Bug's Life." I sat in my car as it rocked and felt like it would be swept away. I watched garbage cans fall over and spill trash in the streets. The rain was heavy, and the wind was strong. There I sat in the car, watching the storm move and change the scenery. The rai...

Releasing the Shackles

I was speaking with a friend the other day and she told me about a promotion that came with a hefty raise she got at her job. Another $30,000 a year in her paycheck sounded really good at the time she accepted the offer. But the workload sucked and the time away from her family was taking its toll, and she was so damn focused on getting that promotion that she lost about 3 years of her life working for it. With tears in her eyes, she said, “And $30,000 more sounds like good money, but it’s still not enough. We are struggling to make ends meet and the difference in my actual paycheck after taxes, it’s already spent.” My heart broke. Oh how I know this feeling. And oh how I know that what we feel is a direct mirror into our own hearts. Was my friend, while on the surface struggling with work overload and the money sinkhole, actually feeling like she was not enough herself? Another friend was offered a dream opportunity. She tentatively said yes, but inside was scared. She didn’t feel rea...

How to Love Yourself, for Real

Dear Bright, Brilliant, Soul, What if loving yourself more was the answer to every question in your life? Here is a list of things you can expect from loving yourself more: Improved sense of well-being Better relationships More ease More money Less stress Less worry More free time More freedom Increased ability to create what you prefer Increased capacity to receive your desires Better sleep  Better looking More pleasure and joy My mission is to help heal and uplift the world by helping everyone, everywhere - especially ambitious, soulful women - give themselves everything they ever wanted in life now .  Consider these truths. 1. We are all worthy of more love. 2. There is a real, tangible way to get it and cultivate it. 3. Flowing more love to ourselves in both spiritual and practical ways has the power to elevate everything.  There is sometimes a worry that if we love ourselves or give too much attention to ourselves, it will make us selfish. I'm here to tell you t...