Birthed in the Basement

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Birthed in the Basement

Now before you all think I was born in a basement.  That is not true.  I was born on May 29 in Methodist Hospital in Louisville, KY.  Now that is settled. 

I realize looking at the picture above that it all started in the basement of my parent’s house.  I learned to direct choirs in my parent’s basement to the records, yes records of Andre Crouch, The Hawkins and others on my turn table with the 8-track/cassette player. I directed my first choir in Middle School at 12 years old at Crosby Middle School. I was in the marching band in high school and didn’t try out to be the drum major but my band director Mr. Anderson taught me more than he’ll ever know that I took to church with me and around the country. I directed the Pastor’s Choir, Women’s Choir, National Children’s Choir, Assistant and State Minister of Music for Years. Music will always be my first love, but I’m more grateful now for the love and drive of that 8 year old in the basement.  No one made me, threatened me or bribed me to practice waving my arms in front of mid-air and to know one but the people that were in my imagination but me.  I loved it so much that I was self-motivated.  I didn’t need anyone to tell me, drive me, direct me, coerce or make me.  To this day, I am self-motivated, driven and focused to achieve my life dreams, goals and fulfill opportunities beyond my wildest dreams.  But it all started in the basement.  My business started in my living room.  I conduct business all over the U.S. and abroad because of that drive in the basement.  I encourage, write blog posts, create courses, written more than 50 books, do webinars, have a membership group and speak to people each and every day about their goals, gifts and destiny.  But, I can’t do it for you.  I can’t make you.  I can encourage but you’ve got to find your own drive, from your own basement, closet, living room or dining room table that energizes and fuels your “want to” every day.  Even if I don’t feel like it, I keep it moving.  Why?  Everyday I wake up, I see that 8 year old in the mirror. 

I say it every day and will again right now, “When you are ready, I’m ready.  If you need me, reach out and let’s talk.” Julia