I’ve been a fan of dolphins since I was three years old. My brother, Dennis, used to work at the Baltimore Aquarium at the Inner Harbor. We lived within walking distance, so Mom and I would walk down there after school and visit him. He’d show me all the fish. Anytime they had anything there with dolphins? I went. I.N.S.A.N.E in the membrane mode. As an adult who spent most of her life living in the Cumberland Valley part of Maryland, I missed my swimming friends and would do anything possible to visit them on the few occasions I would vacation near enough to their home.
When Cody and I went on our wedding anniversary vow renewal in 2022, after Angel decided to stay with their Pop-Pop Stuart and Uncle George the previous fall in the beyond, I asked for one thing as we left the house that morning. “If I am meant to be an author. If I am meant to do the Rebrand Relaunch Revolution, show me dolphins.”
Of course, I assumed I would see dolphins on the days we went to the beach proper. Not at a gas station in West Virginia an hour from the house we lived in at the time/no longer do now. Not at the rest stop in Virginia. Not at the pit stop in North Carolina’s not-yet-coastal-parts. How many times did we see dolphins before the ones that showed up as we exchanged new vows on the beach?
Over 28.
Fast forward to Thursday, February 29, 2024. Last week. Leap Day.
I’m sitting at the day job doing paperwork and listening to three of my favorite YouTubers—Victor Oddo, Aaron Doughty, and Mat Shaffer—teach a class as part of the Conscious Business Accelerator. Some of you might remember I mentioned this previously. I made a commitment when I took a class with them in September last year to join their Full Time Purpose coursework. I was waiting on the money to show up with my paycheck from my day job the next day. Matt gets going on a wild ride of reminding us that we can do what we put our minds to, and guess what shows up in the middle of the ocean he’s turning the tide on?
D.O.L.P.H.I.N.S.
He goes on to say it eight times that day.
A bonus I was expecting… never showed. We had done the work and completed the project on it months ago. The grant money was denied. We weren’t told until the morning the bonuses were expected to drop. March 1, 2024 woke me up and said, “Com’on, Soul Writer. ROAR WITH ME.”
I couldn’t pay the first course yet. I was $200.00 short. Also, the funds to pay the class monthly for the next six? Also, roaringly not available.
I panicked. I broke. Guess what Mat talks about more? Guess what starts swimming in Victor’s class? I.N.S.A.N.E in the membrane mode was coming back, but not as a happy and excited Little Jenna wanted to be over the dolphins (she was quite telling me to knock it off and calm down, but I couldn’t listen). I reached out. Friends and clients responded. BIG TIME.
In less than three hours, my community paid for the first 1/3 of the class on my behalf. Two months of learning means I have two months of earning to pay off the remaining 2/3. This is why I am so grateful for all of you—my community. You didn’t have to show up as hardcore as you did. Because of you, I am able to be part of the Full Time Purpose course and learn how to be of better service to my readers and clients. To help their healing stories and journeys, intentionally instead of not, through the power of what binds humanity most: storytelling.
It’s in my Irish veins. An art that goes back far and long.
That’s why there is a new branch to my journey.
Join me for a new channel? A new podcast?
Writing to Heal?
So am I…
Please take care of you, lovely.
You have always been worth it to me.
Love you.
~Jenna
Your Soul Writer and Cheerleader