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“Finding our financial voice requires shedding the limits that others place on us, as well as those we place on ourselves. We have to say to our friends, our parents, "Your limits are not my limits.". Or "Your fear and scarcity are not my fear and scarcity." As you look at what is in your home you may start to see a reflection of your own fear and shame, and that of your family too. By letting go of some of the things that hold you down, you also let go of some of the fear. By taking charge of what is in your home, you start to build your confidence and courage. (Happy Starts at Home: Getting the Life You Want by Changing the Space You've Got, Rebecca West)”

Quote by Rebecca West

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Rebecca West, born Cecil William James on December 21, 1892, and died on March 15, 1983, was a prominent British author of the 20th century. Known for her profound social insight and unique literary style, she left a lasting impact on the world of literature. more

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