I am Coach Uwem, The #HolyHotHead Resurgence Coach for Women Leaders in Business and Ministry who want to OWN their stories and use it to DISRUPT toxic systems.
We are…Pastors, Entrepreneurs, Moms, Corporate leaders, C-suite execs, Bible Study teachers, Nonprofit leaders and founders!
We hold space for so many, but rarely ourselves!
So here, we support each other. We commit to each other, so we can lead from wholeness, not trauma. We discuss hard things, so we aren't BLEEDING all over those we are called to serve, love, and protect. We acknowledge our hurts, and we welcome God in that space to heal it. We slay the giants of our past, so we are not controlled by them in our future.
We are the leaders we wish we had!
Our stories are meant to impact the world.
HEALING is more than a hashtag. It unleashes YOU!
So my journey and all the HolyHotHead-ed-ness,
It all converges here BECAUSE I FOUND MY VOICE, AND I HAVE A LOT TO SAY!
#HolyHotHead #YourStoryMatters #HealingIsMyClapBACK #YourStoryIsMeantToChangeTheWorld #OVHCeveryday #OWNitVOICEitHEALitCONQUERit #AMW #WATRmoves
Are you a HolyHotHead too?!
Real Talk: You're Only Hurting Yourself by Ignoring Your Issues
I know you are like, “Dis chick is nuts! I have built this business….closed that deal…cleared 6-figures.” And I know you have. But have you ever done something freakin AMAZING and the buzz just fizzled or wasn’t quite as WOW! as you expected it to be? It’s you. Your heart isn’t settled. So would you say you really achieved your dream? Or was it a goal that you THOUGHT would make a difference and it didn’t? Your dreams don’t feel the same when you're too busy pretending everything's all good.
F~ing triggerED…
I remember going to the park one day with our family and I saw a woman who had this gorgeous tattoo going down her leg. “Wow!! That’s gorgeous!” and as soon as that benign thought popped into my mind, the next thought shattered my heart all over again. “She’s probably the kind of woman he stares at online and imagines f***ing when he’s stuck with you.” I was startled and instantly nauseated. I don’t even know if I was coherent if someone was talking to me. It felt like time froze just long enough for me to really settle in how much that thought hurt. I don’t swear. For about 15 years, I didn’t even think profanity. I was attending an ultra-conservative, traditional church that focused heavily on silencing and stuffing emotions more than actually healing them. (Continue reading…)