I’m 40, I married my husband 10 years ago and we have two children together. I thought I knew who I was then I became a mother-freaking unicorn. That’s right: I transformed into a magical creature, and sometimes it feels like I have a horn in the centre of my forehead. I also shit rainbows, okay.

What the hell am I talking about?

I’m talking about the woman I’ve decided to become. A person who decided happiness and purpose and passion are important enough to turn my family’s life upside down.

I’m not sure I can pinpoint when my metamorphosis began: maybe when I had a miscarriage in 2012 or maybe my first boxing boot camp class or maybe when I decided to start my business or no, it might’ve been when I applied to speak at a women’s empowerment event. I’m not sure it even matters when it happened because it happened.

I did a scary thing and walked away from a marriage that no longer aligned with my values and goals. I wanted to set a better example for my daughter and son, and although I bear no ill will towards my former life partner, it was time for me to acknowledge my own worth and the worthiness of my goals for myself and for our children.

I am worthy.

I am worthy of pursuing and achieving goals. I am worthy of happiness and joy. My kids deserve to have a mom who feels fulfilled and purposeful. I deserve to find real love even if it is for myself.

I feel optimistic and positive about what lies ahead. I know there are good people in the world and amazing and inspiring things happens every single day. I want to be part of that positive energy and wake up with a full heart ready to do some good.

I made a life-changing choice and I’m still kicking. (Unicorns kick, you know.) People think I should be curled up at home with a glass of red wine watching Sex and The City reruns, bawling my eyes out. I’m judged for not “sticking it out” or for making a “selfish choice”. Folks expect me to be a bitter man-hater bent on taking everything from the man I shared a decade with. But I’m not. See…I’m a unicorn. 

 How would your life change if you did a scary thing, too? What would it feel like if you started to ignore what people say about your choices? Would you wake up ready to take on the new world? Would you start shitting rainbows, too?

I’m taking on new challenges and embracing new adventures. I’m content with my choices and I feel alive and energized and ready to take on the world! I’m moving forward with a desire to inspire and create a more fulfilling life. This is NOT a practice life so I’m looking forward and moving forward.

We only get one chance to live this life and I intend to make it a magical one.

Rainbow shit and all.