Reconnecting with the little girl with red hair & freckles

Once upon a time there was a little girl with red hair and freckles. She lived in a loving home, and was the youngest of four children. She loved the outdoors, and animals, and was a tomboy. She was positive, confident and happy. She wanted to make the world one great, happy place.

I lost touch with that cute, little chubby kid, and it’s taken me a long time to find her again.

How did we loose touch?

In my first career I excelled to become National Sales Manager in a male-dominated industry. I learned to drink scotch and show no emotion. I was tough, driven, and built up a safe, high wall. I had arrived; I was a successful business woman in my mid-twenties.

The caring, nurturing part of me rose back to the surface after marriage and children, but soon got lost in everyone else’s needs. I managed health challenges with my children, parents, and in-laws. I worked various flexible, part-time jobs to be the stay-at-home mom my partner and I agreed to. And in becoming a full-time wife and mother, I had disappeared.

My journey back to her:

I left that marriage after twenty years thinking I was protecting my children. It was, however, the first step in finding my voice.

I started my own business with a health and wellness company a few years ago that I didn’t realize would challenge and help me grow in many ways. I remember feeling so lost in the first few months. During that time, I was asked to do some personal development. They asked me to read for 30 minutes every day to become a ‘better version’ of me.

This didn’t sit so well with my bruised ego right after a divorce. What did they think was wrong with me? Offended, and stubborn, I decided I could do without those self-help books.

At around the same time, I was asked to set goals for my business. I was asked point blank: What are your dreams for your life five years from now? 10 years from now? Dream big!

I started writing immediately. There were so many that I easily filled several lines. When I was asked to share, it was pointed out to me that all of my goals were for my children. I had zero goals for myself. 

Determined to succeed, I persevered:

I worked away but didn’t get far. I eventually forced myself into some of that ‘reading’, including The Greatest Salesman in the World by Og Mandino. Something shifted as I read that my success could be defined differently than how I thought it ‘should’ be. This resonated with the part of me that wants to help others. I realized that it was okay that my relationships meant more to me than how much money I made.

I also began seeking more information related to the products I sold; thrilled with the connection to my childhood love of animals and the outdoors. I could see that I had a platform to educate and inspire people to change. I was representing a company that aligned with who I was.

Reconnecting with that little girl:

My own goals began to settle in when I began to look like who I had always wanted to be. I stopped acting out other people’s versions of me. My dreams for my kids are still huge, but I am the best parent when I am the best me. I know that working on me, and being true to that freckle-faced kid, is the best thing I can do for all of us. And my dreams have reached far beyond my own children to include a better planet for your children, too.

Helen Snell

Helen has enjoyed various careers in sales, administration, supervision, and facility management. She stepped into the world of the entrepreneur most recently bringing all that experience with her. She works two small businesses that serve her creativity, outgoing personality, and genuine desire to help others. She now delights in the growth and satisfaction that has given her, and loves to share what she has learned. She is the mother of three awesome children, a lover of the planet and its people, and seeks to find a harmony between the two.

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