PART I:

ENSLAVED TO HER PURPOSE

The Genesis

In many ways, we were enslaved too. Even amidst some financial success and growing notoriety, we were living in the energies of not trusting our truth and magnifying fear of failure.

But then, we caught wind of what it would be to break free. We attribute that to God and to our own insistence that there had to be more to life than occasional joy and presentations of the“safer” versions of the women we truly were (and are).

Today, we have full access to our VOICES. That access came about by embracing the courage to go to the extreme side of fear and fish out that Inner B.I.T.C.H. That’s how we discovered our own escape paths, decided to follow them, then decided to challenge other women to step out and design their own escapes--with our support to help light the path.

After several emails, private videos, tears of frustration, and some face-offs with our own inner B.I.T.C.H.ES, we created systems and structures for our mutual cravings.How She Got Free is the genesis of this work, and more work unfolding daily. In the story that follows, you’ll meet“Layna”, a woman who embodies us both, but more importantly she represents the hundreds of women we’ve met and worked with in our lives.

You will likely find much of your own story in her too, and while her story is common for women like us, read it with your heart open and with truth in the forefront, and you might get some rather uncommon revelations.

Read more about our individual stories and the genesis of“LAYNA” by visitingHowSheGotFree.com

Now, meet the woman who mirrors our work and yours: Layna Russell.

“There are people who have money and people who are rich.”

∼Coco Chanel

Layna Russell knew how to keep money in her pocket. As the oldest of three children and a believer in her ability to get what she needed, she tended to excel in life. She was street smart, savvy, and knew how to compensate for her weaknesses. Today, however, Layna felt hundreds of miles away from those go-getter characteristics that had long served her well. Today, she found herself on the losing ends of simultaneous battles with anger, resentment, confusion, and one emotion she hadn’t faced in her business life in a long time—fear.

She stared at her half-eaten slice of red velvet cake and signaled her waiter to request a glass of Muscato. It was safe to have a glass or two, because clearly her party of two was now permanently a party of one. There was a ringing in her ears and a numbness in her spirit that had always been reserved for those moments in her life when something had gone surreally wrong. This easily qualified as one of those times.

The empty chair in front of her symbolized more than the absence of the client she had gone there to meet. It represented the emptiness she had been feeling for at least two years, and served as a harsh reminder that everything wasnot in fact within her control. She had lost one of her two major contracts, and would now have to get back into double-hustle mode to convince another brick and mortar establishment that they could not build a solid online presence without her particular set of skills.