Friday, 15 July 2016

Your Emotional Well Being



Hey All,

I don't know about all of you, but 2016 is shaping up to be a very sad and troubled year. I am not one to watch much T.V. but lately it seems as if there has been one catastrophic event after another. I know there is continued hardships here in Canada and in other countries. With all of the terrorist attacks, hate crimes and coups,  I have to say how thankful I am to live in Canada. Are we a perfect country of course not, but we are a very fortunate country. We are lucky to live in Canada and I know there are people who aren't happy with certain leaders in Canada, whether it be the Prime Minister or the Premiere but one things is for certain, we live in a safe country. Canada's hardships are so different then other countries, but through it all we stand united.

I wanted to write a blog to talk about how I am feeling with regards to what is happening in the world, i.e. Orlando, Dallas, Nice (France), the little 5 year old girl and her mother that were murdered in Calgary, and the coup that is happening in Turkey. Writing all of that made my heart hurt, in a very short time there has been very disturbing things that are happening in our world, and this is just recent stuff.

My husband had the tv on last night, and I poked my head up from my laptop to see the truck barrelling through Nice, France, so may people lost their lives, little babies, kids and parents. So so sad. Then I heard they found the little girls body from Calgary, all within about 10 mins. I said to myself why am I sitting here listening to this, this world is so mad, I couldn't stand to listen for another minute.

I turned everything off, sat in silence, and prayed for peace in our world. I had tears streaming down my face, and a very sad heart. I allowed myself to feel the sadness and pain. I felt helpless, hopeless, and angry. I said to myself I cannot go to sleep with these emotions, I really have to shake them off. I talked to my husband and told him how I was feeling, and we discussed it a bit, but then I decided to go on You Tube, and pull up Ellen De Generes "feel good" videos. So glad I did!

Watching her helped flip the switch in my head. The love and her generosity is such a beautiful thing and that is exactly what I needed after being riddled with such negativity. When you are down and out, or your emotions or anxieties are at a high, what do you do for yourself to get you out of that space. Another thing that I do, is go onto one of my Facebook Friends Ashley Benton page and just read the goodness she does for her community. You can't help but feel good after you read her page. She is such a breath of fresh air, and her Green Team ministry is such loving and giving people.

Often times we let our emotions rule us, or limit us, or care what other people think. If you continuously keep living in that bubble that is where you will stay. As long as you know you are a good person, and doing good, then live your life for you and your family. If you like to travel, travel, If you like to laugh, laugh. Don't let what is happening in the world stop you from doing what you love. For a split moment I said, how am I going to travel with all of this craziness going on in the world? Then with my next breath I said....WATCH ME!! I will not let anything or anyone define me or take my joy away from doing what I love to do. I love to make people laugh, so I had my moment of sadness and heartbreak, but then it was like "Okay Shelley, it's time to rock". Let's get back to who you are and what you represent.

I've blogged about it before, but give yourself a time frame to feel what ever it is you have to feel. Once that time has come and gone, release that negative energy with meditation, prayer, funny videos, out with friends, or a great support system.

Thanks for stopping by...Until Next Time

Much Love xo

Shelley






Thursday, 9 June 2016

My Abuse My Story

This past month, I recreated my website and an idea came to me about helping victims of abuse become survivors. I put a request out there for others to share their story, so with that I wanted to share my story as well. Although I've shared my story with a few friends, I have not shared details with the public. I feel anxious and vulnerable, but if I can help one person move from victim to victor then it is all worth it.

My 2 brothers and I were born into poor to low income family, our life consisted of hard times, low rental (Government Housing) and later a house my parents bought that was falling apart. My Dad was a body man, who fixed cars, and my mom did odd jobs here and there. My Dad always worked hard and provided as best he could but was a very distant person. I don't have alot of memories about my parents, sometimes I think I blocked them out. My parents were emotionally and physically unattached from us, and my mom was a drug addict. My brothers and I always had to fend for ourselves. One year I can remember stealing from the "Lost and Found" just to have the "in" things.

The house in London Ontario where I grew up

At 3 years old my life changed. My dad's friend showed up at our house at 1:00 am in the morning, he was drunk and could not make it home. So when he came to our door my Dad let him in and told him to stay on the couch. About an hour later, I woke up screaming with this big 250 lb man on top of me. He made his way to my bedroom and began to sexually abuse me. After what seemed forever my mom came in and pulled him off me, he was half passed out. He removed my clothes, and pulled his pants down and he was seconds from raping me. I was only 3. After that day, I was terrified of men. Shortly after that happened, approximately 2 weeks later the doorbell rings, and my mom opens the door, and I heard "The Voice". I screeched, and cried, I was hysterical. It was "The Bad Man", he came back because my dad told him he would paint his car. Until this day, I cannot understand.

 My second close call was when I was 10 years old. I went by my girl guide leaders house and her brother was there, and he told me she stepped out, but will be right back. He was about 15 or 16 years old. He lured me downstairs to "her bedroom" to wait. But I soon realized it was his bedroom and we were the only ones there. He tried to take my clothes off and I told him if he does I am going to scream. He said who cares no one is going to hear you. So after an hour of him trying to get my clothes off he went upstairs to grab something. I looked at the basement window and I pushed it opened and started to climb up through it, he came down stairs and I was almost out, he yelled at me and said he was going to call the cops, and tell them I broke into the house. I got out and I ran. Later on, I found out he did this to several other girls. But they weren't able to get out, and he did to them what he probably would have done to me.

At 13 years old I started babysitting for people in the neighbourhood, and there was a family I babysat for often. I always loved babysitting for them because they were always so nice and would let me have a friend over. One time I babysat by myself, it was a normal night, kids were great, and the parents came home around midnight. The husband drove me home as he usually did. But that night he crossed the line, he put his hand up my shorts, and tried to touch me. I felt like I was going to scream, but I stayed calm. I started talking about his kids, and then he stopped. Thank God!

At this point in my life I started to think I am a target and felt like I was a marked individual. Meaning people could tell that I was abused and that I was an easy target to do it again.

Later that summer when I was 13 years old I went away to babysit for a family member. These family members were like parents to me, I loved them with all of my heart. The wife of the abuser nurtured me like a mother nurturers their child. To this day I still love and miss her. Sadly it was too good to be true, the abuser started crossing the line by subtle things. Because I was aware, I knew what was coming. I would try to avoid my uncle, but one day my uncle came home early and I was in the pool with the kids. My uncle came into the pool and sexually abused me. After it happened, I ran, and ran, I cut my leg because I was running so hard I fell. It was the country and I had one friend there but she lived quite a ways down the road. When I got there I told her what happened. I was terrified of going back. In the evening I went back, my aunt made one of my favourite meals, and I couldn't touch it, I was sick to my stomach. He told me not to tell or he would lie and make up stories. He said I was old enough to take it, and he wanted to be my first. I later found out my uncle had taken other girls to the corn field and done stuff to them as well. Sadly my family was ripped apart because of him. It disgusts me that people in my family did not support me, but they supported him. When I was 18 years old I thought I was ready to "deal" with it, so I pressed charges. I was bullied so badly from my family that I dropped the charges.

I felt like a loss soul. I felt sad, angry, frustrated, neglected, not protected, not loved, and the list goes on. I put all the abuse in the back of my mind and I blocked it out. Years later I entered into college at 18 years old, I befriended a young lady who had had a similar childhood as I did. But she was being raped on a regular basis. She was brought over from the Philippians to go to school but her family ended up abusing her. When I heard her story I convinced her to go to the school counsellor. As she began to share her story, I started going back to the days of my abuse, and the counsellor noticed something was wrong. Needless to say she convinced me to talk about it, tell my parents, and press charges, and that was the first time I told any adults. I had been carrying the abuse for years and years. Although it felt good to talk about it, nothing changed. My mom addressed it, but that is when the family was split apart.

Through it all,  I remained an active kid who took on the mother roll at a young age, and tried to make the right choices. When all this crazy stuff was happening I said to myself, I have two choices, I can either become real bad, or real good. I chose to throw myself into sports and be a good kid. Although I may not have been able to choose my childhood, I can certainly choose my adulthood. I did not want to continue the cycle so I made the conscious effort to change "My Story". As Oprah has said "we all get to choose what we give our attention to.. pain or the JOY!" It's up to you to choose.

I am a survivor of sexual abuse, neglect, child of divorce, my own divorce, depression, and attempted suicide. I realized all of these things happening in my life were life lessons. Now lets fast forward to 2010, I started to understand my Life Purpose. Once you start to realize why all these things happened to you, you start to understand what your Life Purpose is. Every person is unique in their own way. God doesn't create Lego Land people that all look the same, talk the same, and have the same stories. God has a purpose for all of us. I know what my purpose is, do you? Everything that happens in life is to create the person you are today.

Working towards my Life's Purpose in 2010, I became a Certified Professional Co-Active Coach (Life Coach). In spring 2012,  I went to India on a Yoga retreat where I volunteered in an Orphanage. In fall of 2012, I was invited to a private lunch with Oprah. In 2013,  I began my volunteer role with It Takes 2 Youth Leadership Institute.

In L.A. for a private lunch

As I move along with my Life Purpose, life really changed for me in 2012. Oprah wanted people to help grow the OWN Network, so as an individual who loves Oprah and Social Media, 30 of us came together to help Oprah build OWN. Now the 30 people have grown into thousands because of like minded people who want a place to go to for good soul T.V. and a great supportive community. Since then, I became a founding member of the OWN Ambassadors, had a private lunch with Oprah, attended Lifeclass in Toronto, private get together with Oprah backstage in 2013 in Ontario, regular tweet ups, and shot outs, and friends who call each other Framily. (OWN Ambassadors are Friends like family).

Founding OWN Ambassadors

One of my Life Goals is to write a book. My Life Purpose is to help individuals overcome the adversities in their life and find peace. When we can forgive, and let go, we free ourselves to endless opportunities. I share with you because I want to, I share with you because you are loved, and I share with you because you can do it. Let us help you become the strong individual you know you can be.

I would like to share with you how I coped. I realize the life I had did contribute to some really great things. For example, I love humour, it has been one of my greatest  strengths and coping mechanisms. Also, I am a very compassionate and non-judgemental individual, my family is first, and I've learned to love and forgive. But on the flip side I can separate bullshit from truth, I can separate myself or shut down when I have to. It is how I cope.

If you are ready to move from victim to victor, start here and let's talk. 

If you would like to share your story, and give others a voice, please feel free to contact me at shelley@shelleyharris.ca or through the "Contact" Tab on my website. www.shelleyharris.ca

Until the next time...Thanks for stopping by

Much Love and Peace,
Shelley

Consider it pure joy, whenever u face trials of many kinds, because u know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. -Jame 1:2



Wednesday, 27 April 2016

My Thoughts on Social Media

You either love it or you hate it!?

What is a social networking site?

Based on a Google Search...

Social network sites are web-based services that allow individuals to create a public profile, to create a list of users with whom to share connections, and view and cross the connections within the system. 

In early 2000 I started dabbling in social media, I first started with My Space and then blogging, I never really spent a whole lot of time on My Space, but I did find it interesting connecting with people, Later on several friends and family asked me to join Facebook, but I wasn't overly interested. I was going through a divorce and my time was consumed with making sure my children were okay, and I was okay. I was going to school, and working full time, I did not have time for social media. 

In 2007 I finally registered for Facebook, once I got the hang of it, it was great. What I found amazing is that I could connect with family and friends all over the world. Each day I would log in, I would have one friend add me, then another, and another, then I started to add friends, it was super cool. I had always wondered how my friends and even my ex-boyfriends got on. It was nice to see that they were happy with beautiful families. 

Lets fast forward to 2016...Alot has happened, I am fluent in all social media sites and because of that I have met some of the most amazing people in my life. Over the last several years, I've traveled many places and met people that I would not normally have ever met. It was so wonderful putting the face to the name, because of Social Media, I have an amazing group of Oprah friends (OWN Ambassadors) that are called Framily (Friends like family). Facebook is about connecting, whether it is used for greatness or not, your posts can influence your audience in a good or bad way. I always think it over 2 or 3 times before I post. I am always thinking, how is this going to be perceived? I try to be informative, impactful, influential, inspirational or motivating, it is not very often you will find post from me that are not. I am true to myself, and I try to be transparent so others can see the real me as well. 

In 2009 I created a Twitter account and because I had just finished my Certified Professional Co-Active Coach program with Coaches Training Institute I wanted to start building my Coaching business. Twitter is a wonderful marketing tool, you can literally connect to whatever or whoever interests you. For myself, I gravitate to people or organizations that are influential in society. You have to be really creative to get your message a crossed with only 140 characters. My biggest surprise on Twitter was the day I was down doing laundry, and my phone chimed. When I looked I almost fell off my chair, I was the 92nd person that Oprah followed, considering she has 32 million followers that is a huge deal. 

Social Media does have a down side, it can be addictive, and at times people portray someone there not. In addition, Social Media has affected marriages and/or other relationships in a negative way. There is also a term that people suffer with and it is called "The Fear Of Missing Out" (
FOMO) which is an anxiety that an exciting or interesting event may currently be happening elsewhere (and your not there), often aroused by posts seen on a social media website.

There are so many aspects to social media that are absolutely great, but then there are are others that are not,  such as; posting pics that aren't yours, posting pictures or status'  of people without their permission. Social Media has been taken way to far in some cases. Use your imagination, there are plenty.


I learned a valuable lesson recently, a family member wanted to step back "out of life" so to speak, and made every effort to do so. When I heard this person was coming to visit, I was ecstatic, and I posted so. This person was upset with me, because they purposely made a point not to share on social media and there I was sharing on Facebook. I need to be more aware and respect peoples wishes, this was a valuable lesson. I have other friends who do not like pictures posted on Facebook so I respect their wishes as well. So just because you may want to post, make sure you ask the person their permission, not everyone wants their business on Social Media.

I will leave you with a couple of pic

Thanks for stopping by...

Much love,

Shelley

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I was the 92nd person that Oprah followed, she has 32 million followers.



  1. Founding OWN Ambassadors (Framily)

Sunday, 17 January 2016

The Feeling Of Rejection


We've probably all experienced rejection at one time or another, and I think we can all agree that it hurts immensely. I remember feeling rejected from a very young age, do you remember the age when you started feeling rejection. What was happening to make you feel that way? Whether it was by friends, or family, I remember how sad it made me feel. 

There are several moments in my life, but the few that stand out were, my divorce, my parents separation/divorce, and my mom leaving us. Also, moving to Mississauga from London (Ontario) as a teenager and the people playing sports didn't accept me like my high-school in London did. I was 17 years old with only 1.5 years left of high-school, that was tough, but because of the rejection I gave up on sports in Mississauga. Later on, I did get back into playing sports as an adult, so life was good! 

How many times have you went for a job you knew you were qualified for, and to turn around and not get it. Like many of you, I could go on and on with my stories of rejection. But where it hurts the most is by family. I've been rejected by my parents, blended family and extended family. At times I struggle to make sense of it all, but I do use my tips below to cope. Here are 10 tips to help you cope with rejection. 

1. Don't take it personally
2. Take the rejection gracefully (You'll look like the bigger person)
3. Journal about how it feels to be rejected, express everything you are feeling
4. Have reasons for each possible outcome
5. Don't place your own value into someone else's hands
6. Focus on what you have to offer to the person who WILL choose you
7. Put a time limit on your grieving/rejection
8. Don't allow it to control your future
9. Use it to improve, don't dwell on it. 
10. Last but not least...KEEP LIVING

Rejection, in any form, hurts. We are human beings, not objects. I’m the first to admit that it’s nothing to be ashamed of, rejection stings. No matter the size of rejection, it creates self-doubt. It makes you start questioning your judgment and start second guessing what you do. Losing self confidence and feeling rejected seem like the end of the world sometimes. However, moving on with your life is the best remedy for rejection. So get back to living life, and stop dwelling on what you can't change. You control and are responsible for your feelings and actions, so stop worrying what others think, do or say and just live life. 


Thanks for stopping by...Until next time 

Much Love,
Shelley

Tuesday, 24 November 2015

Podcast Interview with David Allan

Nov 23rd, 2015
  
Hi All,

I was asked recently to do a confessional interview with the ever popular Podcaster David Allan from #LivinUnleashed. I was very humbled, we discuss Oprah, being a mom, Life Coaching. But the biggest part of the discussion was about my sexual abuse. I've started opening up publicly in the past few months. Although there are many facets to my life and my sexual abuse, people need to hear the truth, people do not need to be afraid to talk about it. If you would like to share, send me your story, either with your name or if you would like it anonymous, that's ok too. With your approval I will share on my website http://www.shelleyharris.ca/

Time to change your story from victim to victor!

Take a listen and never be ashamed

http://daconfessions.libsyn.com/confessions-interview-shelly-harris

If you have a #Confession you would like to share, contact him at:

David Allan
Twitter: @LivinUnleashed
Email: Livinunleashedconfessions@gmail.com

Much Love...Thanks for stopping by

Shelley

Sunday, 1 November 2015

My Mothers Death

Sunday Oct 4th 2015, after supper I called my mom, I hadn't talked to her for a couple of weeks so I decided to call her because I was heading to Ontario on Thursday for work and to see my older kids. The week was going to be busy so I said I'll call her just to let her know I'll see her on the weekend. When she answered she was yelling into the phone, which she has done many times. When she is like that I will speak very loudly so she can hear me. But this time was different, I was speaking very loudly almost yelling, but she didn't hear me, I said mom you got to get your hearing checked.

One of the things I've struggled with, is telling my mom I loved her, I only started in the last 6 months. For those who don't know I had a very troubled childhood, you can read previous blogs to understand why it was so difficult to tell my mom I loved her. Anyhow, on Sunday she did hear me say "I'll see you on the weekend", and that "I love you". My mother yelled back to travel safe and she loved me too, and couldn't wait to see me.

Well that day never came...

Monday Oct 5th, 2015 the phone rings, and it is my step-father. When I heard his voice I knew something was up, he didn't sound like his cheery self. I said what do I owe this call in the middle of the day? Usually I hear from my mom and step-father in the evenings or weekends.  I was thinking well I just talked to my mom yesterday so maybe he needed something or had a question...Or so I thought.

That one phone call changed everything.

My step-father said your Mom has been rushed to the hospital unresponsive, and you need to come now. I said what do you mean? I just talked to her. He said he woke up in the morning and she was unresponsive so he called 911. They arrived and as they wheeled her out, she stopped breathing in the parking lot. They resuscitated her and got her breathing again, but then she fell into a coma. Once they got her to the hospital they informed us that if it happens again they will not resuscitate her. She has a Do Not Resuscitate (DNR) order in place. Obviously we have to go with her wishes. But then I start to think 2 years ago they resuscitated her twice and both times she came back. She went on to live 2 more years. But this was her wish and we have to abide by it. The doctors said if by miracle your mother comes out of the coma she will be in a vegetative state. All I knew was I didn't want her to suffer.

Monday night my daughter had figure skating and she wanted me to come but I said I better stay home just in case. So my mom fought over night and into Tuesday Oct 6th. Tuesday night Kayla had figure skating again and wanted me to come and I didn't want to go, but at this point I haven't been out for a few days so I said well I haven't heard anything so I will go and get some fresh air. We got to the arena and 20 mins in, I got THE call, I walked outside to take the call and it was my brother. All I remember him saying was, "Shell she's gone". I walked behind the arena screaming and crying. In between all of this I was struggling because I wasn't there, and desperately trying to get a flight out before my scheduled flight on Thursday. Everything after that was a blur.

When I got home after figure skating, I didn't know what to do, or who to call or what to say, I was in shock. All I knew was I didn't get to see my mom before she died. I did have my brother hold the phone to her ear while I told her again I loved her and to hang on if she can. I am guessing she didn't want me to see her that way, because shortly after I spoke in her ear, she was gone. My mom had a drug problem, but what took her life was a stroke to her Brain Stem.

The next couple of days blew me away, the support I received was like nothing I've ever received or seen before. There was so many ways that people showed their love and support, it truly warmed my heart and I took such comfort in it all. As I wept, one thing specifically, I will always remember that night, my MIL and her sisters sang "Cover Me" from Mark Condon to me. What a touching moment.

I always wondered how I would feel when my mother does pass away, I had so much anger towards her. I always had a hard time forgiving her. I get to a point in my life where I would forgive her, then something would happen, and my anger would resurface. There will always be things unsaid, I couldn't say it because I didn't want to hurt her more then her family already did. My mom was broken, she was not well, physically or mentally. But in her last couple of years I always tried to make the best of it. I suppressed my feelings so I wouldn't have to "deal" with it and just tried to take one visit with her at a time. Growing up the way I did, I was able to desensitize myself and not express feelings. I don't know how to show my feelings.

Thursday morning, came and Kayla and I headed to St. John's, I was in a depressive state, I was just wanting to get there. When I arrived I headed straight to Brampton to pick up my rental car. After spending a short time with my older kids, Kayla and I were off to Seaforth to have a private viewing and to process the funeral documents. Even with my mom cremated there was so much paperwork to be filled out. When I arrived, I just wanted to fall into my moms arms. I went up to her, I stroked her face and her hair. I never wanted to walk away from the room. We put a Carmel candy in her hand (that was her favourite) and we walked away.

While I was in Ontario it was so hectic that I never had time to process or grieve. Since the trip was planned previously,  Kayla was with me, so trying to entertain her, driving everywhere, arranging everything and then working at the office for a week, it was all too much. I still don't know how I managed it all. My husband or older kids did not travel with me, so not having their support was really tough. I am very thankful for the friends I have and my brothers (and family), they were such a rock for me when I needed it the most.

When I reached back home to Newfoundland, I took time rest. When my body was able to slow down, I started feeling the feelings I suppressed as a child. I have been holding back expressing how I feel, but this past week my body started to shut down and go numb. It was time to let it out, I feel vulnerable and scared, these are unchartered waters for me but it is not healthy to hold in it, it is not fair to you, or to the people around you. Don't get me wrong, I have shed tears before but this level of emotions is something I have never experienced before.

I am feeling very vulnerable writing this blog and sharing, but if it helps one person express their feelings then it's reached its purpose.

Also, on Oct 7th, 2015 I lost my grandfather, so it has certainly been a tough few weeks.

R I P  Mom Sept 12th 1945 to October 6th 2015
R I P Grandpa Oct 7th, 2015

As a Certified Professional Coach we are trained to help people achieve their goals, and tap into their emotions. This process and self reflection has helped me to express my feelings and ask for help.

If your ever have a time and you need help, don't be afraid to reach out.

Much love...Thanks for stopping by

Shelley xo

This was 2 years ago when she was sick


She wanted her ashes spread at her favourite fishing spot




My two older brothers Jeff and Andy

My mothers favourite meal







Wednesday, 16 September 2015

Just An Ontario Girl In A Newfoundland World

Listening to the wind and rain is a nice setting for writing, the wind is howling and the rain is falling. Everyone has gone to bed, and I always find this time to be my favourite time to write. It's been several months since I last wrote so here I am, back to share with you all again.

Today as I was scrolling through my Facebook feed, I noticed this shirt, and when I seen it, I thought ok, very cool, that will be the title of my new blog. For the record I didn't buy it, but definitely thought it was cute.



I am not sure if you have been following my blogs, but if you have, you know that I relocated to Bonavista from Ontario before Christmas last year with my husband and younger daughter. My older kids stayed in BC, and Ontario. As I've talked about before, it has been a whirlwind, I am the type of person if I want something bad enough I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen. So to summarize, we went home last summer, sold our house, sold our belongings and came back and then moved in with family in Bonavista. Wow that was a challenging year!

Fast forward to today, so here we are, we've moved into our own place just a few weeks ago. What an awesome feeling, once the furniture was delivered and we cleaned everything I just couldn't wait to move in. I've always had a vision in my head of what I wanted. Once we got the green light to start choosing, Kevin and I patiently and slowly picked everything out we needed for the house. I can be a very impatient person at times, but I really did take my time with the details and decisions.

Sleeping in our house the first night was incredible, I almost felt like pinching myself thinking, wow is this home really mine. When you want something bad enough, dream about it, work towards it. and then fulfill it. You can't help but feel happy and proud, what an accomplishment! Knowing where I came from and where I am today, I have to commend myself. If your not aware, read my older posts.

Since moving here I've met some really wonderful people, whether they are inviting you over for dinner, bringing you a house warming dessert or helping out with Kayla, their is always someone showing up to help or visit. One of the other reasons why I wanted to move to Newfoundland was to be around family and to "slow down" but I soon realized those words do not exist in my vocabulary.

Over the summer I was contacted to apply for a position at the college as a Program Coordinator for The Transition to Work program, I knew I had to take it.  I am a trained Certified Professional Coach and my passion is to make an impact, and help people achieve their goals. Seeing them succeeding has been such a reward to me. I am also very fortunate and grateful to have the flexibility with my full time job from Ontario so I was able to take on the role. God has been good to me!

All it takes is for you to believe in someone. Have you told someone lately that you are proud of them, and that you believe in them. There are people out there with so much potential and all it takes is for someone to say " I believe in you". Lets start a conversation on social media, using the hashtag #IBelieveInYou, lets stand with these people and help support them as they take steps into their future.

Lets make it happen!

Until then....Thanks for stopping by.

Much Love,
Shelley Harris