The Chosen Day of Gratitude

Side stepping politics (and history) I’m renaming Thanksgiving this year as The Chosen Day of Gratitude.  We all know that we need to be thankful/ grateful every day – several times a day, in fact, but every year we dedicate one day to a practice what should, in theory, be continuous and automatic.  Okay, I’m off my soap box.

This post is dedicated to The Chosen Day of Gratitude and though I have a lot to be grateful for in my personal life, I’d like to take a moment to mention what I am grateful for as it specifically pertains to Heart of Yemalla.  I thought about this topic for hours and as I analyzed my list, I boiled it down to three things.

The love and support of so many people

Stepping out into the journey of rolling out a new company was scary (still is).  You can’t predict what people will and will not like though you try to do your due diligence, conducting product testing, market testing, surveys and opinion polls.  Fortunately we’ve been surrounded by so many people, men and women, who heard of, saw, sampled the product and encouraged us to move forward with our vision.  For that, I’m immensely grateful.

                The opportunity to create such a company

Many companies can’t get off the ground because of one common denominator.  Money.  Over the years, as a single mother, I started several companies that died on the vine because of the lack of funds to give it wings.  This time it was different.  Over the course of fifteen years, I poured over countless books on finance, entrepreneurial books, programs and articles and subscribed to I-don’t-know-how-many newsletters to place myself in a financial position to have startup money in front of me when I needed it.  I was able to give Heart of Yemalla (small) wings.

                Being a woman

I’m not quite sure how to explain this briefly, but I’ll try.  I believe that women have “superpowers.”  I believe that we are like the X-Man Cyclops, who without his glasses, destroys what is in his path with the lasers/energy from his eyes.  It isn’t until he is taught to control his power that he becomes an asset to the world and to himself.  I feel like being a woman is like that.  I hope that makes sense.

During this holiday season, I hope you’re able to list the things/people you are grateful for and digest them in a permanent way, with love and revelation.   In the meantime, I want to wish you all a happy Chosen Day of Gratitude.  Happy Thanksgiving.