Be Organic: Meet Tara Wagner and discover the power of tapping into your inherent wisdom

Hey there! My name is Tara Wagner (Tara is pronounced like Star without the S and with an “uh” at the end).

I’m a life coach and the creator of the Digging Deep process. I coach women to move out of “survival mode”, fear and uncertainty in order to create lives and families that thrive.

I talk about something I call Being Organic…that is to say, organically moving from that place deep within yourself, that Wisdom you inherently have about Who You Are and what you’re about and what that gets to look like.

I love things like gluten-free oatmeal raisin cookies, traveling the country full-time with my husband and son, and talking about Life and this funny human experience. I don’t love things like slow internet, tags in my shirt and busyness.

My story until now has been interesting and intense and full of details such as mix-matched socks and mis-matched lovers, powerful depression and even more powerful joy. It’s included an amazing tween son and equally amazing husband and a lifestyle of full-time travel in an RV.

But if I had to tell you in one sentence what my life is about, it would be this: The central theme of my life has been learning to listen to what I call my own Organic Wisdom, differentiating between it and my fear and stepping into the powerful growth and experience Life offers each time I make that step.

And because we get to offer to the world what we most know, a large part of the work I do with women in my coaching is to help them find that place within them that whispers Love and Truth and guidance, and heal that place within them that screams fear and doubt and shame.

And that’s what I hope to do here: offer the stories of my life, my own Organic Wisdom and coaching and hopefully inspire you to hear the same in yourself.

I’m looking forward to connecting with you here and invite you to meet me elsewhere too: Free Gifts | Website | Facebook | Twitter: @OrganicSister

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One last tea party with fear

I often joke that me and fear are old friends…we go way back.

It sounds as though it might even be a negative thing when I say a central theme in my life has been fear…fear of taking the next step, of putting myself out there, of messing up, fear of judgment, or being alone, of being hurt.

But I no longer see it as such.

Me and fear are old friends. But we’re the kind of old friends who can meet up now and then for a cup of tea, reminisce about the old days, talk about where we are now, and then with a smile of compassion and a gentle touch of the hand, we go our separate ways again.

The kind of old friend who may be in my Facebook feed, but rarely pops up in my Top News.

Awhile back I sat with fear again over a cup of tea but this time with a letter to Life between us. Life was our mediator this time, listening intently as I spilled my soul, sharing our entwined journeys, going way back to how we met and why and where we’ve been together since.

And it was on this cool morning, with pen in hand and Life smiling as I took the next step, that I gave fear all my appreciation for the opportunities it afforded me, gave Fear all my gratitude for how it had served me at times, gave it all my compassion for where it had come from and why.

And it was with Life patently waiting on me that I told Fear I’m moving on.

It went a little something like this…

For so many of my early years, you were not a part of my Life. I saw you hanging around with the people I loved but I felt no desire to know you.

But soon from that desire to not know you, I rebelled against the very idea of you. I soon found myself going above and beyond to not be your friend.

And then in trying so hard not to know you, I found I did.

Out of fear of losing myself to you, as I saw so many doing, I lost my true Self. I became something I am not. And when that happened, I found myself lost with no one but you as a friend.

But you were never mine. I was never yours.

You were like the ill-fitting clothes and shoes a child dresses up in…they belonged to someone else, but I found myself caught, tangled, lost within them.

But those clothes were not mine. I simply borrowed them.

And then I embraced them. And then in thinking I could not get out of them, I fought them with heart and soul and hands and feet. And I found myself wrapping myself tighter in them as I tried to fight.

But I don’t have to fight you, Fear.

I just have to let you go. And these layers of ill-fitting clothing I’ve been trying on will just fall away from me. Because they were not mine to begin with. Because they do not fit me.

I love you Fear, for what you’ve taught me, what you offered me. I love you for your strength and determination. And I can see that you were never harming me but helping me…helping me see me by seeing what was not me.

I’m thankful for you, Fear. But II’ve spent enough of my years with you. And I’m ready to move on.

Because I’m not here to be your friend. I’m here to be free. And today, and for the rest of my life, that’s what I choose to be.

And as I wrote those last words out, to Life more than to Fear, because there was really nothing left to say to Fear as it walked away, I felt that “rushing in” I’ve come to recognize as choice…and Life. Of Life offering me up the next choice.

And I took it. I stepped into myself…the Self that is free of Fear.

Oh, sure Fear still pops her head in on me, rings me to invite me to tea, sends me a message or writes on my wall.

But she’s nothing but an old, distant friend now. Someone I can say hello to, ask how she is and then gently excuse myself back to my conversation with Life.

Because it’s a beautiful friendship we have, me and Life.