Resign as Chief Operating Officer of Control!

Resign as Chief Operating Officer of Control!

Sobbing on the floor in one of those dark-night-of-the-soul moments when you feel like you are going to break in two if you don’t breakthrough, I picked up my journal because I knew I needed to capture the thoughts and feelings coursing through me at rapid speed.

The life I’d known for 17 years was ending and I was trying to control everything as the feelings of loss mounted. What I wrote that night turned out to be a Dear Universe letter in which I resigned as the Chief Operating Officer of Control.

That night, I broke through. I have now shared that blueprint letter and its customizable version with thousands of women so they too, could resign as the Chief Operating Officer of Control and start to breathe again. (You can download this letter by filling in the form to the right.)

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Love and Light,

Cat

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