How Do You Overcome Imposter Syndrome: The Sacred Seed(s)


I practice remembering who I am. Daily.  I surround myself with people who will help fertilize and till the organic soil upon which I stand, the roots of my existence.  And for that I am grateful.

The journey continues...you can watch the full 6 min video on my IG page @ mamashujaa.

Blessings.

Hana.

 

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