I was born the Dancing B*a*g (believe act go) Lady and I need fuel for this B*a*g that is a Traveling Sanctuary. As I put the pedal to the metal of affirming my purpose I had a huge aha moment: I am alive when I dance and I need to carry things in my bag that fuel the purpose I was born to carry out. I am the Dancing BAG Lady and I need fuel for my Believe Act Go Traveling Sanctuary. I will spread joy, shed fear, have fun. I am not a yes lady I am an OH YES lady and it feels great. As I share my testimonial I realized I wrote a spiritual poem that is an inner reflection of Modern B*a*g Ladies. I now fulfill the mission of Modern B*a*g Ladies through workshops, newsletter and charity events involving women's shelters.
Two years ago, my born belief (my intuition) knocked my down enough that I went to the doctor. Well, the center of my womanly creation had become a major piece of baggage, that I was all too ready to drop off, after being blessed with 3 healthy children. During the 6 weeks of medical leave, time had slowed enough for me to reflect, reflect upon my purpose and whether I was fully delivering to the world its full potential I was rendered exhausted and unfulfilled expending fuel on a dream that was not my own.
In the past two years I have been unearthing my born beliefs that life had buried. Magically transforming myself, The Dancing B*a*g Lady was reborn and a philosophy and a few simple words from which I can affirm my purpose. It’s all about the B*a*g (believe act go). Every woman has it inside of her and my purpose is to unearth her born, buried beliefs so she too can affirm that magic deep inside.
Believe Act Go – Fuel your Beliefs and get charged up to Act. Go ladies Go. Go to your dreams.
B*a*g Age – The age that you remember being your true self. I loved to dance as a young girl. When I imagine everything I do as a dance it is simple and magical.
B*a*g Gauge – Being aware of your body and feelings. It’s your intuition that speaks to you and reminds you to seek out and accept your fuel.
Baggage – Your fears that weigh you down and cause you to expend more fuel than necessary. Magically your baggage can be recycled into B*a*g.
