Business School just isn’t for Girls

If you really believe in what you’re doing, work hard, take nothing personally and if something blocks one route, find another. Never give up. – Laurie Notaro

Thank you for all the supporter for this endeavor. Your encouragement and positivity has helped me share these stories. Loudly Imperfect is a forum to share authentically and openly, encouraging us all to share our imperfection. As humans we are perfectly flawed swimming in a society of perfect expectations. This blog is to inspire that we can be successful without being perfect.

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Life is a wild journey… now onto the story.

In the beginning.. there was a dream…

As I shared in my first blog post “I look in the mirror and I see doubt”, I chose the path that focused on developing my mind, instead of being beautiful. I couldn’t achieve the latter, but I could the former.

You see, I had this dream, since I was about four (4) years old, that I was going to go into business. I would hold business meetings with my Barbie and Ken dolls. My best friend was a boy and well of course he played the role of Ken, my assistant. I was totally the boss!!

We flew around the globe and drove in the pink sports car, imagining great adventures. Honestly, I really don’t remember much of this, but my mum still teases me about it today. All these years later, my childhood friend is running his own business and I am an executive in business. Win / win 🙌🙌. I guess bossy girls do grow up to be leaders! 😉

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Dear Worry, I’m Breaking up with You …

Worry is like a rocking chair: it gives you something to do but never gets you anywhere”
– Erma Bombeck

I am onto blog post #2. Thank you to those that read the first post “I look in the mirror and I see doubt”. I am so thankful for the great words of encouragement, as well as, that it resonated.

If this is the first time to Loudly Imperfect, welcome. You can learn more about my WHY, on the ABOUT page. You can also follow my Facebook page Loudly Imperfect which has daily posts of inspiration and positivity. Ok, enough of that and on to the post … away we go!

Dear Worry, It’s me, not you… I have to let you go so I can SOAR to new places. You see I am very tired of you taking advantage of me. Like a thief, you have stolen my joy. But I did let you, so that is why it is me, and not you. I am letting you go, and as a result I am truly free….

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I look in the mirror and I see doubt….

Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.

— Oscar Wilde.

This is the first post on my new blog. I’m just getting this new blog going, so I will just say, right here… it is the start of my journey with you!

I am going to jump in with something I have struggled with since I was a child, of a woman, who not only was a model, but also had a beautiful, refined British accent. Yup, you got it, my self image was a mess.

My mum was (and still is) glorious. She has style, always looks amazing and has the most loving heart. As a child, in my mind, SHE WAS PERFECT in every way. I, on the other hand was more of a tomboy chasing my big brother around… much to mum’s disappointment.

When I rocketed into my pre-teens, I realized, quite unexpectedly, that I was not super model material 🤦‍♀️ (wait what?). I had thick mousy brown curly hair, at a time when sleek straight hair and the Dorothy Hamill cut was in. I tried the Dorothy Hamill cut and let’s just say, the only thing it got right was the ducks butt from behind… but hey, at that age you just don’t want to miss the latest fashion trend. I had glasses and braces to complete my wonder-kin looks above my shoulders, and below I was a girl who fit into HUSKY tough skin jeans… oh and mum had this lovely British nick name for me …”Sausage”… didn’t help my image AT ALL!!!

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