Will You Step Into or Away From Your Calling? 

I vividly remember the morning I woke up in my house in Washington, D.C., in our neighborhood on Capitol Hill, with the actual Capitol building only a few blocks away. I woke up and looked at my husband, who was still sound asleep next to me. My eyes scanned the room with its familiar furniture, the pictures on the walls, the clothes hanging over the back of the chair, the curtains I recently put up, and the morning glow outside the window. It was quiet. Peaceful. The weekend.  

Yet I felt total panic coming over me. Unexpected. Sharp. So poignant it drove tears to my eyes. And I thought "Dear God, let this not be all there is to my life. There MUST be more than this, right?!!"  

I was 42 years old when I deeply panicked for the first time, that I had missed my chances at the life I had dreamt about two decades earlier.  

For 20 years I had held a vision of a certain life that now seemed to be less and less within reach. All the thoughts I ever had of being a colossal failure - of not being good enough, of having given my best and still not succeeding - came rushing back that very morning. And with this came the realization, that I will have to bury my dreams soon because, at my age, the window of opportunity was closing fast.  

Soon it would be too late.  

I didn't say anything to my husband Joshua or anybody else, because I figured I would eventually get over this fear, that this would be my life until the very end. I hoped I could resign myself to it. My life wasn't that bad after all. And, really, who was I to desire more anyway?  

But I didn't get over it. The dreadful mornings persisted and I felt my chances for a more fulfilled life diminish with every tick of the clock that showed me clearly that I was getting too old for my dreams and desires. Tick-tock-tick-tock.  

You know what I am talking about, don't you?! 

The feeling of getting "too old by now"? The feeling of not being able any longer to bring forth the dreams and desires of earlier days?  

It took me almost a whole year to get myself out of this place of feeling blue and get myself unstuck with a process I now call "Find Your Wild!".

By stepping into my Wild, and heading the call to a more adventurous life and business I completely transformed my life in the subsequent year: I had a baby boy at age 44, wrote my first bestselling book, became an online entrepreneur, AND healed beautifully from breast cancer and have a stronger and healthier body than I ever had before.

So let me assure you:

Finding your Wild - the part of you that's unbridled and undomesticated - is the missing piece to you feeling happy, healthy, and alive. It's the key to a life that is extraordinary, not just lukewarm.

I've found my Wild, allow me to shine a light on your path to step into your Wild as well!

xoxo

Bettina