I’ve always been a bit of a dreamer…
OK, maybe not a BIT…
Since I was a little girl, I managed to see the beauty and goodness in everything and everyone. People often commented on my “sunshiny” personality, my optimism, my zest for life. I was one of those kids that just loved to be, and spread, happy everywhere I went.
Like many people, my childhood wasn’t exactly an episode of Leave it to Beaver, but my parents did the best they could. They immigrated to Canada from Ukraine, and like many of their peers, they put their nose to the grindstone and worked incredibly hard to carve out a decent life for our family. Life, however, can throw some nasty curveballs, and when they’re thrown, we deal with them in different ways. The curveballs in my family started having a negative effect on me from an early age and yet, I remained resilient throughout the emotional turmoil. Determined to forge ahead, I developed some amazing coping mechanisms, one of them being denial. Somehow, even through the tough spots, I continued to shine. Resilience is one of my strengths, but it also became a blind spot.
Somewhere down the line, I began to lose it. My resilience, that is. Although I excelled in so many areas – academics, music, art, sports, drama – I could never truly harness my gifts and talents in a way that represented the real me. I knew I had the gifts of singing and teaching, but absolutely no clue how to use them.
Somewhere down the line, I just stopped being me.
Even though by society’s standards, I was successful – a great teaching career, married, many friends – I felt like a failure through and through.
Eventually, my inner beliefs caught up with me, and everything fell apart. My career no longer lit me up, resulting in massive burnout. My marriage became an incredible burden and obstacle because of my denial tactics. And to top it off, my house foundation was so structurally unstable, that I was forced to sell my home. Little did I know what a metaphor the crumbling foundation was for my entire life.
But the disintegration of “my life” became a blessing. I started asking the hard questions, like, “What exactly am I trying to accomplish? Why are these things happening to me? What’s my real purpose if not everything that I have already achieved? And why am I not stunningly happy and content like I used to be?”
When we don’t have a stable foundation of who we are, what we stand for, and what our passion or purpose is, it’s very easy to get caught up in what everyone else would like us to be. And in the process of getting caught up, we forget ourselves. We forget who we are, and who we were truly meant to be.
So as I “woke up”, I started doing some heavy lifting. I started facing my own demons, asking the important questions, and digging deep to uncover what happened to me, where the real Daria disappeared to. And in the course of my healing, I discovered a passion for helping others do just the same. I discovered a passion for empowering you to be the best you that you can imagine, because you are here for a specific purpose.
By getting real, getting clear, digging deep, and working hard, I was able to break free from the limiting beliefs that held me back from being the best me I can be.
I still have bouts of fear. I still have bouts of anxiety and worry. I’m human. But the real freedom comes from no longer regretting and reliving the events of my past. I now know how to recognize my triggers, my patterns, my limiting thoughts, and how to turn them around.
I also learned that change happens in motion. When there’s action attached to realization, we can literally transform. CHANGE. Renew. Restore. Rebirth!
Now, I move forward boldly, with confidence, and with the excitement and enthusiasm I had as that “sunshiny” kid way back when.
I’m ready to help you do that too.