About_old20210827 | Lucy Shahjahan | Love and Relationship Coach

Once upon a time… there was a woman

who knew she was destined to do something big in the world,

but she thought she had to follow a masculine blueprint to achieve it.

Ahem, that woman was me. Maybe you can relate?

I used to be the woman who zombie-walked through what some might consider a “rockstar life.”

But secretly, I was DYING ON THE INSIDE.

It was a non-stop cycle of pedestaling toxic men, sucking down martini after martini, and throttling awake in a hungover haze – wondering when the f*ck I was going to attract my soulmate, or if it would ever happen for me.

The only thing I lived for back then was a vacation – one blissful week in Hawaii, or Greece, or [insert sexy island here.]

But, guess what? That vacation wore off like a suntan, and before long I was back to something that resembled a tragic, single-episode character arc on the Walking Dead.

One day, I saw a picture of myself from a friend’s birthday party. I stared into my lifeless eyes in that photograph – evidence of my misery, and a truth smack to my soul.

It was the wake up call I desperately needed. I was so out of alignment, attracting all the wrong men, drinking far too much, and was completely disconnected from my truth.

Listen, I was the champion of binging relationship podcasts, devouring every book on love, chanting affirmations, and meditating. I even went from one healer to the next, which helped me stir up my wounds and gain awareness, but I didn’t want to sit around and talk about my wounds for 10 years.

I wanted my soulmate. I wanted a family.

I knew this was my birthright.

I moved to NYC, and things started to change because I made a conscious choice to put myself first. I was 36 years old, edging closer to 40, and my dream of marriage and becoming a mother wasn’t going to happen unless I stripped off my armor and stopped wasting my time on toxic relationsh*ts.

I committed to attracting my soulmate like it was life or death. For me, it was. I couldn’t press forward without fully opening my heart and stepping into my authenticity.

Once I was “all-in,” I ejected out of the story that dating in NYC is hard, or that all men were garbage.

I carved my own path to unlocking my fierce and unapologetic soul while owning my feminine, my sensuality, and my pleasure.

I had to put on my crown and come home to myself, and the woman I was born to be (she was inside of me all along, I just wasn’t giving her any air time.)

Once I was speeding on dream highway with my emotional convertible top-down, my soulmate came within TWO MONTHS.

Spoiler alert: we are still together today. He’s my best friend, the love of my life, and still that amazing man I met years ago.

I also made my first million within 18 months of opening my business.

And, most importantly, I built my family. Becoming a mother has taken me to a new level of feminine, fierceness, and power. And that power flows alongside pleasure, allowing me to be a wife, mother, and entrepreneur – while always prioritizing myself in the equation.

If I can attract my soulmate in the toughest city of the world, YOU, divine woman, can too.

This work doesn’t happen after downloading a free PDF. Nor does it happen toiling away for years, unearthing childhood wounds without a clear plan of action to transform your past into a thriving, pleasurable, illuminating future.

I love taking high-achieving women by the hand and leading them in this journey — guiding them through the same powerful and potent work that I used to achieve my dream life.

If your mind & body are screaming HELL YES – then let’s explore how we can work together.

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