my story
Are We There Yet?
I sometimes think of my life as a series of amazing miracles unfolding on a bumpy road. I played it safe for a long time. It was kind of like driving a beige Volvo. Boring, but safe! It seemed easier to live my life being who I thought I should be instead of actually being me. And the truth is, I didn’t really know who “me” was at the time…and was leading my boring existence because I thought that I was doing the thing everyone else expected of me.
As mothers, daughters, wives and partners we have all sorts of distractions and excuses for not becoming who we really are or owning our greatness. By not being me, I didn’t have to put myself on the line. I didn’t have to fail. I didn’t have to look foolish. I didn’t have to worry that I would offend someone else or that they wouldn’t like me.
I spent years in the corporate world trying to fit in but never really felt comfortable in that environment. I played a good game but kept thinking there was something more, something I was missing; so I changed jobs every few years and kept searching. No luck.
I worked as an account executive for a large advertising agency, wrote a policy manual for a law firm and worked as a “head hunter” for the advertising industry, just to mention a few. I went where the money was, not where my heart was. Frankly, I had much more fun being a flight attendant back in the day!
Looking back, I should have gone to art school, but it never occurred to me that I could. It seemed like too much fun! I had always loved taking pictures and doodling but never really thought of myself as being creative and certainly didn’t think of myself as an artist. It was just something I liked to do. Funny how we think that doing what comes easily to us is the wrong thing for us to pursue! In the end you realize that it was the ONLY thing to pursue!
After my son was born, I worked part time so that I could be there to see him grow and learn all those new things. I then decided to venture out of the corporate world and into the world of the entrepreneur. I joined a network-marketing group and with high hopes, started a business of my own. It was very time consuming.
I built a pretty good business working day and night to accomplish my success. I even had my son helping me sometimes in an effort to balance my business with being a mother and wanting to spend time with him. He was a trooper and loved to help. He was 6 years old when I started the business. He learned a few things about persistence and hard work along the way and was always my biggest cheerleader. It was difficult leaving him to go to meetings and training sessions for my group at night, but I did it because I had a dream about the freedom I thought it would eventually provide for us and all the things we could do when we had that freedom in our grasp.
Unfortunately the company changed its policies and the bottom fell out of my business. By this time my son was 10 and I felt like I had worked so hard for the past few years only to fail. I was disappointed and depressed which led to my health suffering. I got really sick. I could hardly walk across the room without breaking out in a sweat. My brain was in a fog, I couldn’t work and I was in a lot of pain. This was not the existence that I had dreamed of for myself or my son.
There was a gift in my illness however. It gave me the time to take stock of my life. What did I really want? What was my purpose? Where were my dreams? Where was my passion? What the heck was passion anyway? I started searching for all the answers that I was seeking.
Looking back on it now, I realize that getting sick is a pattern in my family. I wasn’t the first or only one to have this experience. In my family I found that you would work yourself to the bone and pull yourself up by the bootstraps, until the bootstraps are gone and there’s no way to pull the darn boots up. Then, you’re cooked.
Subconsciously, I suppose I didn’t know any other way out. If I was sick, I couldn’t work and I didn’t have to participate. At the time it seemed all I could do. In retrospect, it seemed like it was easier to be sick, something I knew, than to make a decision to be happy and healthy. If I got healthy, I would have to continue to do what I didn’t want to do. That is, living my mediocre life. Or so I thought.
I felt I was living a life programmed by someone else and frankly I wasn’t doing anything to change it. I guess I didn’t believe anything could change. I felt trapped; and let me tell you that “trapped” is not the way to go. It’s like the animal that gets caught and chews its own leg off because it would rather be free with one less leg than be at the mercy of someone else. I was that animal.
I started out my life, happy and mischievous, creative and fun…then somewhere along the way…I lost myself! I was at the mercy of other people because I didn’t know who my authentic, true self really was anymore.
I could say it was the corporate world that sucked the life out of me…and I might be right.
I could say it was getting lost in what I THOUGHT people expected me to be instead of being me for me. True and getting warmer.
I could say that my life was on autopilot. That I was in a marriage that I wasn’t happy in because I wasn’t asking for what I needed, because I didn’t know what I needed. True and oh yes, much warmer.
I could say I didn’t realize I had a choice to create my life the way I wanted it to be. True and getting hot!
I could say I wasn’t following my dream, because I’d forgotten what my dream was…Bingo!
One day somebody handed me their business card and on the back were these words,
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom”~ Anaïs Nin
The penny dropped. I couldn’t do it anymore. Somewhere inside me I knew I had to change or continue to suffer needlessly. I made a decision to reinvent my self and my life. Not easy and really scary but a change that was needed in order to keep moving forward in life.
I did a lot of inner work. I read everything I could get my hands on from self-improvement to meditation, from spirituality to how successful people think. I got a divorce when my son was 13. It was a difficult decision. It was especially hard on him because he didn’t understand. I was on my own now, raising my son with shared custody wondering what the heck I was going to do for an income.
It was important to me to work hard while he was at school and I realized that the time that I spent with him needed to be focused. This was not always an easy thing to do and sometimes I didn’t do a very good job. He was a teenager and at that age they want you around, but they don’t want you around. If you’ve got one, you’ll know what I mean. Finding the balance was a challenge. But somehow we learned together.
Personally, it took me a long time to find and then do things that made me happy. It was a new concept for me. I made a list of things I knew I didn’t want and then turned it around into things I did want. (I strongly suggest you start a list like this. It’s easy to define what it is you don’t want in life and once you have that understood you will find that learning what you DO want in life is a much easier process).
I started taking photographs again. I began doing things for me as Linda instead of, Linda the wife and mother. Yes, there is a difference in this! Once you have a family, it gets very easy to forget about the things that make YOU happy because you are so focused on making THEM happy! There is a balance that can be had and it is imperative for you to be happy so that you can put your best self forth to your family.
My life really changed when I made the decision to call myself a photographer. One day, I just did it and starting living it. When people would ask what I did, I’d take a breath and say, “I’m a photographer!”
With no formal training I started my professional photography career. I figured it out as I went along. I started doing fine art photography, took portraits, did wedding photography, pregnancy photos and even applied for some juried art shows at the LA Mart and actually got selected! I did “Art by the Beach” selling my photographs and cards every Sunday for a few years as well.
I started a Real Estate photography business and built up a good clientele. Then the real estate market crashed and I lost 80% of my clients. Just another bump in the road.
I thought, how could I turn this around? So I wrote and produced a real estate DVD to teach real estate agents how to take better photographs, called “Fabulous Photos in Under an Hour.” If you can’t do it for them, show them how!
By this time I was starting to understand that when you hit a bump in the road you just need to keep going and that it isn’t what happens to you or how big the bump is, it’s how you maneuver around the darn thing that is important. Creating your own road is the key and the way to do that is to focus on the solution not on the problem. If you are having the problem there is going to be a solution…you just have to find out what it is and take action. I realized that I create my life every day and that creating it in a conscious way is a better choice than just letting life happen to me.
While doing the real estate photography, I had started to teach workshops about how to create your life consciously and integrating art, photography and writing into the program. I loved doing this and to my surprise, I felt like I was really making a difference in people’s lives in a much different way. I was coming from my heart, not my head. I had found my calling.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think that photography would lead me to doing what I love, working with people and helping them rediscover their purpose and passion.
I found that I love to help people step into their true potential with this deliciously fun and creative process. I realized that so many people were missing that creative component in their lives. I believe that when you allow yourself the time to play in a creative way, it gives you the space to breathe and listen to your inner callings thereby allowing you to be happy, creative and more abundant in both your business and personal life.
In my struggles over the years, my son has seen me fall and pick myself up again, to have an optimistic view that something better is coming. Sometimes the only way out is through. We learned many lessons together because I had the courage to keep going and follow my dreams.
I am now happy, healthy and pursuing my dreams of bringing creativity and fun back into as many lives as possible. My son has recently graduated college and I am blessed to have a wonderful relationship with him.
I want to remind you that we live in an amazing world of possibilities and it’s time we remember to believe in miracles again. Sometimes you just have to say the words out loud or write them down in big block letters.
I BELIEVE IN MIRACLES
As Joseph Campbell said, “We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.”
Most people know what they don’t want but struggle to be clear about what they do want.
Ask yourself what is it that makes you happy—I believe we are put in this experience, in these bodies to be happy — to experience joy and to smile a lot more than we do. I think you believe that too.
Remember to draw on your internal resources like courage and persistence. Remind yourself that you are not a victim of your own circumstance like I thought I was.
I spent a lot of time looking outward for the answers only to realize that when I got quiet and looked within, the answers came.
There is no magic wand— just give yourself permission to fail so you can give yourself permission to succeed. Remember, nothing melts fear faster than action.
So I want to encourage you to have the courage to move forward. Take a chance on your dream. Don’t struggle by yourself like I did. Ask for help. Seek out ways to find encouragement and support.
It’s time to move in the direction of your greatness.



Just wanted to drop you a line, having had my good friend, Angela Farley, recommend your website to me. She appreciated my situation, as a single parent of a teenage son, having just been made redundant from a career in the City — the only one I’ve known for the last 31 years!