Let me RE-Introduce Myself....

It's been a while since I first started this blog. I've been so busy with promoting and marketing that I haven't been connecting. PLEASE...charge it to my mind and not my heart.

For all my new Loves, that have joined my site and my blog, WELCOME!! My name is Micaela "Cae" Thomas and I am a Life Coach, a Motivational Speaker, and the Author of STRIPPED TO MY TRUTH: UNPACKING THE EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE. This book was written to assist others in getting out of their own way through the experiences and e

yes of me and my journey. It was designed to make you think.....allow you to be self-aware and begin transitioning to that intentional side of healing and being. This all started when I became sick and tired of being sick and tired. A change was necessary and I was completely over pointing the finger at others while not recognizing the other 4 pointing back at me. So I started writing.

In life, there are choices. Every choice we make regarding people, places, jobs, situations, and situationships will do one of two things: Teach you or Use you. I needed a safe space to reflect on my choices so I started a journal. That journal evolved in a story and that story evolved into a guide. A mirror, if you will. Of reflections that were necessary to change the path I was on and help me to locate the light switch, I was feeling around in the dark for. And like that journal, I have created this blog as a safe space for others to relate, to connect, to evolve, and to reflect.

So again, WELCOME to this safe space. Please don't forget to subscribe so you don't miss out on my Giveaway, new merch, new blogs, and sales (Because who doesn't love a good sale?!) Also, follow me on social media:

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