I Know One Day I’ll Make It

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I’m a risk taker, a big scary goal setter, a dream big kinda gal, if you will. I see something I really want and that idea will stay in my brain until one of two things happens.

1) I get it


2) I eventually realize it’s absolutely ridiculous, it will never happen and I give up.

Number 2 rarely happens.

I’ve done some pretty ridiculous shit in my life, all of which I’m proud of (ok well mostly all). In case you don’t know what some of them are, let me bring you up to speed here:

Left my abusive relationship, finally, after 8 years, with nothing but the clothes on my back (not even a job).

Rebuilt my entire life from scratch at 52 yrs old (phew, that was a trip)

Decided I was tired of being a hairstylist, figured out how to become a full time freelancer writer and within a year retired from my 25+ yr hairstyling career.

Decided I was tired of living in Northern Ontario Canada, got rid of all my shit, packed two suitcases and bought a one way ticket to Guatemala.

Those are just a few things.

I push myself to the limits as often as I can. I face fear, take chances and live life to the absolute fullest.

I bang on doors until someone answers. There’s a quote that goes something like this. “If you knock and the door doesn’t open it’s not your door”or some bullshit like that.

Not this girl. I keep knocking until someone answers and if they don’t answer I’ll kick the fucking door down. Why? Because I need to see what’s behind the door dammit. It could be my future husband, a new client, another life lesson. Who the hell knows? There could be brilliant opportunities behind it but you just passed them all by because the door didn’t open? That just makes no sense to me.

Anyway, sorry I got a little carried away there…

So I like to dream big and try to reach dizzying heights. I’m not entirely sure why I have this almost competitive edge with myself. It’s like a game I play with myself. “You can do this” “No you can’t, who you are kidding?” “Oh ya? Watch me!!”

…and off I go. Into no man’s land. So right now a few of my ridiculous goals are a) do a podcast with Gary Vee b) do a podcast with Joe Rogan c) be on a stage with some of my gurus like Brendon Burchard, Dean Graziosi and d) get a story published in The Mission.

Now the last one, that’s the one I’m working on now. The other 3 will have to wait a bit. So what’s the big deal with me and The Mission? Good question. It never really started out to be anything. I submitted, crickets, I submitted again, crickets, submit, you get the idea.

Then I started getting annoyed. What the hell is the matter here? Why won’t these guys accept my work? Then the pitbull in me came out.

Finally one day I emailed them. Hey, like what the hell guys? I know I’m no Hemingway or Shakespeare but geezus, what gives? I’m a damn good writer (imo) and I read and followed the guidelines and drafted up a wonderful story just for you!! (never be afraid to ask questions, ever)

They wrote back. I was actually surprised. They tell me to resend the article and they’ll have a look. Gladly. I did. One week later he says it’s not what we are looking for and tells me they want technology, health and science.

Wait a second I say, you also state in your submissions you want uplifting stories about creating a better world. That’s what I write about!! Did you read my submission? (pitbull/part chihuahua now)


See this is one of those doors. I kept banging on it until it finally opened, but they only opened it a crack, not quite letting me all the way in. I’m not satisfied with that. There’s something really big behind that door and I want it.


Because most of my life I was told I’m not good enough. Most of my life I thought I was a big loser. Most of my life I fought and lost self worth, self esteem and self respect battles.

But I’m not that girl anymore. I’m determined, confident, break the rules and blaze a trail for others.

Because I no longer let people tell me I’m not good enough. I am good enough and if it means I have to work a little harder or apply myself more, then I will.

Because I just won’t take no for an answer anymore because when I do, that means defeat. That word doesn’t sit well with me.

So I’ll keep writing and submitting to The Mission and I just know, that one day, I’ll get the email “The Mission has just published your article …”

and I’ll cry the biggest happiest saddest tears ever. It will be another “You go girl!!!” personal victory in my journal. Another soft whisper “yes”.

Because I just won’t be defeated ever again. I know one day I’ll make it. ❤


Peace and Love

xo iva xo

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