The 9 Service Languages | Intensive Session Wrap Up Thoughts

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On Sunday, I wrapped up my first small group FULL INTENSIVE workshop that spanned 6+ hours over the course of 2 days. Anyone who has sat through my Intro class knows, The 9 Service Languages is a fucking BIG IDEA! When I first launched my class, I naively believed it could be tackled in a typical 90-minute or 2-hour session. I quickly learned that was impossible and that few platforms (cons, orgs, mtgs) had the ability to hold space for me and attendees to get DEEP in the weeds of WIITWD as it relates to Service. I am PROFOUNDLY HONORED that @S-O-C—the Service Oriented Conference—reached out to me earlier this year to be a part of their inaugural Intensive Program. They were the perfect partner with the perfect target audience for an Intensive of The 9 Service Languages of Authority Transfer Relationships/Dynamics. The session allowed me to work with a small group as we got our hands dirty, dissecting where, when, how, and why we do Service and considered ways to adjust, tweak, evol...
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Just Fucking More

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I step forward.

I no longer stand still and wait for the world to catch up with me. I don't look back trying to make yesterday something it wasn't. It was only what it was, and I learned my lessons well.

While much of me remains consistent throughout time, I am more today than I was then, then, then, or then. So much fucking more. Stronger, faster, kinder, softer, tougher, bigger, bolder, happier, sweeter, sexier, more confident, more powerful, more beautiful.

Just.
Fucking.
More. 

And tomorrow...I'll be even more yet.

I've been held back again and again for years by those that didn't want to make the most of what was in front of them. Fuck that. No more. Never again. I quit being less for fragile egos a while ago.

Now for the first time in my life I'm being fed a fucking feast and given the opportunity and freedom to fly high and proud. I have full support and encouragement in front of me, intentionally asking "What do you want?" and not just playing lip service but doing.

The return is hundred-fold. The more I am, the more I can give. Those in my Tribe today are the ones who benefit. Not those who preferred me broken in pieces or in pain.

I've left yesterday behind, and I ain't goin back. I've never gone back.
I embrace today with strength and fierce purpose.
And I fucking reach for tomorrow and my destiny with no shame, fear, or hesitation.

Now watch this lioness run and stay the fuck out of my way.
~DominaKat

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