You're invited to join me for:
THIS IS WHO I AM NOW
A workshop to claim the sh*t out of exactly who YOU are, in this moment, in this season of your life.
Hi, I’m Robyn and I’ve been a lifetime lover of doing whatever the f*ck I want NEED.
Yes I’m pretty sure I was born this way (coming out with controversial red hair with only one great aunt before me was a start) but mainly I’ve had a series of really rough life moments where I could’ve shriveled who I was, and instead I didn’t.
My clothing definitely didn’t help the situation either. See, my dad loved fashion and used to make shopping a part of his monthly travels overseas while sourcing diamonds for his biz on 47th street. He would come home with the latest and coolest fashion styles for my mom and I to wear.
Except back then, aka the 80s, all the fashion in Europe was a good two years ahead of what was trending back home, and especially in my hometown in Melville, Long Island (exit 49 south off the LIE if you know it, heeey).
So while these clothes were the coolest and upcoming in the Netherlands, for example, as you can probably imagine, they were most distinctly not cool in my school cafeteria. They were weird, different, and distinctly “other”. The result? I was teased relentlessly. Pointed at. Laughed at. Whispered about. The works.
I so clearly remember a moment in first or second grade when someone was making fun of my sick multicolor one piece sweats jumpsuit and pre pre Debbie Gibson hat (yes, I will find a photo of this awesomeness). Everything inside of me wanted to hide and do anything to blend in in that merciless moment.
But the louder voice, the truest and deepest me, maybe even my intuition before we were calling it that, said this so loudly in my mind - absolutely the f*ck not.
“I like what I’m wearing and you don’t have to”.
Quite bold from a 3rd grader.
And so that’s when it began.
A lifetime of THIS IS WHO I AM AND YOU DON’T HAVE TO LIKE IT.
Fast forward 30 something years, a giant business, two books, bicoastal life and two babies and that’s still exactly who I am.
Even when I’m stretched too thin
Even when there so clearly isn’t time for my needs
And yes, even as a loving mama
I still choose me and what makes me, well me, first.
Before my business. Before my marriage. And even before my kids.
Because I know if my own soul, and my own feisty spirit aren’t thriving, most likely nothing else in my life will either.
My fashion-loving father sadly passed away from cancer when I was 17. And what spoke to me even louder than my grief was this burning question I hold till this day as my own personal North Star - am I living the sh*t out of my life?
Yes, for him who can’t do it on this earthly plane anymore, but mostly for me. If I died today would I feel like it was filled with things I truly wanted to do (at least a couple!), and not a very heaping pile of stacked shoulds?
Sounds like the same little girl in that cafeteria eh? (My mom is Canadian give that one to me)
And here’s one thing I know even more than I knew that dang Debbie Gibson hat would become a giant trend two years later (as it inevitably did), is that anyone can learn, practice, and own the sh*t out of their own lives.
You're invited to join me for:
THIS IS WHO I AM NOW
A workshop to claim the sh*t out of exactly who YOU are, in this moment, in this season of your life.
Hi, I'm Robyn and I've been a lifetime lover of doing whatever the f*ck I want NEED.
Yes, I'm pretty sure I was born this way - coming out with controversial red hair with only one great aunt before me was a start - but mainly I've had a series of really rough moments where I could've shriveled who I was, and instead I didn't.
My clothing definitely didn’t help the situation either. See, my dad loved fashion and used to make shopping a part of his monthly travels overseas while sourcing diamonds for his biz on 47th street. He would come home with the latest and coolest fashion styles for my mom and I to wear.
Except back then, aka the 80s, all the fashion in Europe was a good two years ahead of what was trending back home, and especially in my hometown in Melville, Long Island (exit 49 south off the LIE if you know it, heeey).
So while these clothes were the coolest and upcoming in the Netherlands, for example, as you can probably imagine, they were most distinctly not cool in my school cafeteria. They were weird, different, and distinctly “other”. The result? I was teased relentlessly. Pointed at. Laughed at. Whispered about. The works.
I so clearly remember a moment in first or second grade when someone was making fun of my sick multicolor one piece sweats jumpsuit and pre pre Debbie Gibson hat (yes, I will find a photo of this awesomeness). Everything inside of me wanted to hide and do anything to blend in in that merciless moment.
But the louder voice, the truest and deepest me, maybe even my intuition before we were calling it that, said this so loudly in my mind - absolutely the f*ck not.
“I like what I’m wearing and you don’t have to”.
Quite bold from a 3rd grader.
And so that's when it began.
A lifetime of THIS IS WHO I AM NOW and you don't have to like it.
Fast forward 30 something years, a giant business, two books, bicoastal life and two babies and that's still exactly who I am.
Even when I'm stretched too thin.
Even when there so clearly isn't time for my needs.
And yes, even as a loving mama.
I still choose me and what makes me, well me, first.
Before my business.
Before my marriage.
And even before my kids.
Because I know if my own soul and my own feisty spirit aren’t thriving, most likely nothing else in my life will either.
My fashion-loving father sadly passed away from cancer when I was 17. And what spoke to me even louder than my grief was this burning question I hold till this day as my own personal North Star - am I living the sh*t out of my life?
Yes, for him who can’t do it on this earthly plane anymore, but mostly for me.
If I died today, would I feel like my life was filled with things I truly wanted to do (at least a couple!) and not a very heaping pile of shoulds?
Sounds like the same little girl in that cafeteria eh? (My mom is Canadian give that one to me)
And here’s one thing I know even more than I knew that dang Debbie Gibson hat would become a giant trend two years later (as it inevitably did), is that anyone can learn, practice, and own the sh*t out of their own lives.
You'll learn
The supposed to be mindset that is no longer serving you. We'll give them proper blessing and loving send off
What lights YOU up NOW, and how to make sure it's on the calendar every week. Yes. Every. Single. Week.
My personal mindset mantras, life hacks and boundary setting phrases to set you up for your sexiest summer yet (my exact plans at even 43)
My healthy hottie OG wellness tips and tricks to support your new level of balancing badassery whether you're packing camp lunch or having a night out with your friends
And so much more
You'll learn
The supposed to be mindset that is no longer serving you. We'll give them proper blessing and loving send off
What lights YOU up NOW, and how to make sure it's on the calendar every week. Yes. Every. Single. Week.
My personal mindset mantras, life hacks and boundary setting phrases to set you up for your sexiest summer yet (my exact plans at even 43)
My healthy hottie OG wellness tips and tricks to support your new level of balancing badassery whether you're packing camp lunch or having a night out with your friends
And so much more
My goal of this workshop is for every single person joining to fully claim to all, THIS IS WHO I AM NOW
FAQ'S:
When is the webinar happening?
Register and you'll receive immediate access to the workshop!
Do I need to do anything to prepare?
The workshop is 90 minutes - so if you can block that time on your calendar, great!
But also, no need to make this a big thing for yourself. Whether you can grab a notebook and sit down with it, or listen during a walk, I trust you'll receive exactly what you need. Just make any time you can! If you're feeling called to this, I know you're meant to hear the messages and tips shared.
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