Direction...

This space should, in its majority, be a fairly technical and professional one. Rules and etiquette say so, anyway. But I have a feeling it will be something more. You see, my entire life I've been a writer: an emotional, soul baring writer. I throw general punctuation rules out the window as you will quickly learn, but those things can be overlooked when the words hold enough power.

Whew. That's actually the first time I've allowed myself to use that label. In my head lives a replaying loop of people telling me I have a gift; that I should write a book; that they are glad to see I'm writing again. Interestingly, those people were rarely English or writing instructors. Without that professional validation, I believed I couldn't possibly be a real one. It seems silly now that I'm in the place of greater wholeness and alignment with God, but the need for validation is not always rational.

My husband's paramedic school graduation. This moment so clearly encompasses who I am, even though I did not realize it at the time. I was starting to see the light out of postpartum depression, but was still caught in great internal and external struggle.

My husband's paramedic school graduation. This moment so clearly encompasses who I am, even though I did not realize it at the time. I was starting to see the light out of postpartum depression, but was still caught in great internal and external struggle.

My last career provided an endless supply of technical writing. The kind that saw teams of people sitting in a room for a week pounding out initial draft reports. We could spend an hour "discussing" a single word or sentence. Some of you think I'm exaggerating. The part of me that wanted nothing more than to get a draft on paper wishes I were.

Over the years I've had a few blogs. They fell flat, only piquing interest when I wrote my truth. Truth others can privately relate to from behind their own computer screens.

The Morning Musings intention was to write more technical and how to pieces. You guys? That can't be all I write.

My soul demands more.

You deserve more.

I firmly believe it is through our personal life journeys, authenticity, and courageous vulnerabilities that we empower each other. 

So buckle up. Drop in every once in a while. Let's see where this takes us...


Blessings,
Becca

Rebecca Mogg

After almost eight years as a well-paid, white collar career woman; my family's principal breadwinner (by a long shot); two babies; postpartum depression combined with emotional abuse; a loving, supportive husband who was always working his demanding job both on site and at home; and only one real vacation (leave was hoarded for family commitments and maternity leave), I was DONE. I was tired of being told I could have it all and, in the same breath, that I could not. I was at a crossroads: continue careening down a path that would surely destroy me and even end my marriage OR make changes that gave me time freedom, work/life balance, a happier family, and a happier ME.

I chose CHANGE. I walked away from that demanding, soul crushing arena to embrace my true self and create the life of my dreams. I left so I could travel when I CHOSE to travel, not when someone demanded it. I walked away from other people dictating when I could be a mother so I could decide that for my family. I chose to be a business woman on my own terms. At the end of the day, I walked away to empower not only myself, but women everywhere.

My main business is coaching others in weight loss, healthy aging, wealth creation, and performance. This lifestyle site is my way of sharing my God-led journey in hopes of inspiring, motivating, emboldening, and empowering each of you. 

So here I am: sharing my truth and relationship with the divine through my family and everyday life. I'm here to share love. It's a bold move in an age where talking about God is almost taboo. The last thing I want to do is isolate anyone. But He has called me to this and I have learned to do as He tells me to do! Most days anyway. I am, after all, incredibly human. Ha!