Hi! I'm Amber. Welcome to my little corner of the internet...
So, although I’m not a huge fan of talking about myself, I want to share how this blog got it’s start. Launched in 2017, The Bonafide Broad blog began as an outlet for my writing. I seriously didn’t have any plans beyond getting words out of my head. However, my outlet quickly morphed into an awesome community of like-minded people, all with a desire to take the knife and carve out the future they want.
The members of this community come from a variety of walks of life: entrepreneurs, future entrepreneurs, moms, dads, people without children, etc. What we all have in common is a desire to be better, and a willingness to take action toward that desire.
If you’re looking to be more productive, achieve your goals, make the most of your money, be a better parent/partner/friend, take better care of yourself, start/run an online business, find inspiration to propel you forward in your life, or even if you feel like you can barely tread water right now, this is the place for you. We strive for greatness, but also understand that life is HARD. Though we’re always trying to move forward, sometimes all we can manage is to NOT go backward, and that’s okay. I’m here to tell you that you never have to do it alone.
One special aspect of this blog is a strong focus on authenticity. I’ll never tell you I can show you how to become a millionaire in a week or that one trick will fix your entire life and ensure forever happiness. Because those things aren’t real. They’re lies. It’s called clickbait, and me no likey.
Instead, I choose to share the tried and true tactics that have pulled me from the gutter and launched me toward the stars. Why? Because I hope my experiences and the things I’ve survived will help you.
My sad story:
Me in a nutshell: I was raised in the Pacific Northwest, a middle child with three siblings in a very religiously strict household. I married before I could legally drink and threw my life into ministering to others.
At 25-years-old, my husband/best friend went to work one day and never came home. A tragic accident took his young life and sent me in a downward spiral that I never expected. My life had been plagued by mild mental illness prior to the accident, but this tragedy magnified it.
I did all the wrong things. First I turned to the bottle, and then to even worse substances. I left my faith behind and embarked on a campaign to see how far I could push myself without actually dying.
During that time, I met the person who would eventually become my Mister. He had his own struggles and trials, but amidst all of the darkness we both saw a spark and realized that we were synergistic together, for good AND for bad. We had a choice to make.
So we chose to get better.
The journey to becoming well again wasn’t easy. In fact, it’s one of the hardest things either of us has ever done. It’s one of the hardest thing we’ll probably EVER do. But we knew that to not take advantage of the special connection we had would be a huge mistake.
Here we are today….
8 years later, my Mister and I are now living in Flagstaff, Arizona (to be close to my step kids). Our life is nothing like it was. He is halfway done with his Bachelor’s degree, I work for the school district, and it feels like we have enough pets to fill a zoo! Most importantly, we don’t need substances to deal with (or NOT deal with) our hurt and sorrow. We’ve developed the coping skills to get THROUGH our problems, instead of running away from them or numbing ourselves.
I decided not to go back to the religion I was raised in (that’s a whole other story), and instead learned what I really believe for the first time in my life. My life is by NO MEANS perfect, but it’s hopeful, and that’s all I could ever ask for.
I have to mention one of the best things about my Mister. He never makes me feel guilty for grieving the loss of my husband, even almost a decade later. He knows I love HIM. That other part of my life is sacred in both of our eyes. I didn’t choose one person over the other. It just is what it is.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think about my missing best friend. My heart will always have a small hole, a special spot that he lived in and no one else can ever fill. He didn’t deserve for his life to end that way, with so little time spent living. His memory propels me forward. I need to do as much as I can with my life because I’m doing it for both of us.
MY goal is to help as many people as I can, whether it be teaching them to save money or helping them believe in themselves and unleash their creativity. It might be sharing my grief process, or just being a listening ear. Whatever form it takes, I will do what I can to be of service to my fellow travelers in this journey we call life. And YOU are one of those travelers!
You know, we’ve all had trials. I’m not naive enough to believe I’m the only person who has suffered in this life. We all have, for one reason or another. But I AM naive enough to think maybe I can offer something to this world that will make it a better place.
Want to hook arms and come along?