Monthly Archives: April 2015

Vision Boards

My Vision Board WORKS!!

The past week I lived out a pretty huge #ManifestThat! moment with my twelve-year-old son Kanen.  I’ve had a picture of the Hollywood sign on my #FutureBoard since 2009, and although I’ve been to LA many times since then (even seeing the Hollywood sign), this past week was the moment when that dream became my reality.

One of the reasons I tech people to chose images for their board that represents moments they want to live out, and memories they want to make in life, is for this very reason… so you can take a pic with you in that exact same “moment.”  There is no grater proof that the #HBRMethod works than picture proof! Below is the picture of my board that sat on my desk back in 2009 with the picture of the Hollywood sign under the picture of Disneyland. Below was a pretty great moment on Tuesday this week with my son.

Top: My 2009 #FutureBoard Bottom: 2014 #ManifestThat!

This trip was the perfect example of #MoneyAintAThing! I’m still a single mom, and sole supporter of my family of four, so my budget is always accounted for. I have a full-time job and a salary, but I like most people have to watch my budget very carefully, and I don’t have “money to throw away.” But I do believe that I can live a fabulous life with my children, regardless of that minor setback. In fact for the past six years I’ve been proving that to be true.  I’ve lived a pretty lavish lifestyle, on a pretty merger budget.

How?? Using the #HBRMethod and not allowing the “lack” of money to come between me and my dreams.  This trip, I was able to take my son FIRST CLASS to LA, stay in a beautiful hotel, rent his dream car, and fly us both first class back home.  I did all that on a TOTAL budget of $350, and $200 of that was for the day-pass to Universal Studios!

Here’s the details: Over the past year with my day job (my #Hustle), I’ve flown quite a bit (I cover a national territory for a legal services company), and had enough miles on Alaska Air for the tickets, because of my flyer status I got first class both ways for both of us.  Because of my travel points I got a free, two night stay at the Hyatt, and free car rental with Enterprise on my rental points! I’m not rich (AT ALLLLL!) but this week felt like I was.  This week a year of hard hustle, paid off in a really fun and amazing way, next month it will even pay off bigger when I take my whole family to New York for five days!!

Sarah Centrella Off to LA in First Class!
Off to LA in First Class!
He was like "Mama could we get the red car!"
He was like “Mama could we get the red car!”
Kanen Rossi Lunch at the beach
Lunch at the beach
Universal Studios was well worth it!
Universal Studios was well worth it!
Our favorite ride!
Our favorite ride!

The beauty about the #HBRMethod is that it will deliver your dream to you, when you least expect it, bigger and better than you ever imagined. I was able to take my son to the beaches in Malibu, Huntington Beach and the Santa Monica Pier.  We eat dinner at the famous SUR Restaurant in Beverly Hills (yes it’s an ACTUAL restaurant not just the show Vanderpump Rules LOL).  We spent an amazing day at Universal Studios together riding all the rides, walked on the stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. We did it all, on a budget and felt like royalty.


You just have to dream it, imagine it, believe it, hustle and when it’s right for you it will show up.  These moments make me so grateful for the tools I’ve learned to change my life, I shutter to think where I’d be had I not made a concrete decision six years ago to thrive, rather than just survive.

Kanen having dinner in first class on the way home.
Kanen having dinner in first class on the way home.


Sarah Centrella is the author of the book Hustle Believe Receive which teaches you how to apply the #HBRMethod to change your life and live your dream.

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Health & Fitness

Choose Beautiful.

I don’t remember ever hearing the words “you’re beautiful” when I was growing up. I remember criticism about my weight, or my chubby cheeks, or my mother telling me to never cut my hair because it was my “saving grace.” But I don’t remember anyone ever saying “Sarah you’re beautiful.” As a result I struggled, as most young girls do, with a very negative self-image growing up.

I searched for that validation from any source, including doing pageants as a teenager in hopes that it would make me feel beautiful. But instead when I didn’t win, I felt less validated and cut myself down even more. I learned early on that if I made fun of myself, or was self-deprecating that I’d be the one to control how people saw me. I thought that if I brought it up first, and often, then they would realize that I already knew I was “fat and ugly” and therefore I’d save them the trouble of pointing it out. But I didn’t realize that all this did was make the people around me uncomfortable, and pressured them to compliment me.

When I met my ex-husband at sixteen, I constantly looked to him to tell me I was beautiful, which was something that he was not naturally good at. It made him uncomfortable to verbalize it, so when he did I argued and cut myself down even more, in a passive aggressive attempt to get him to tell me more. But all that accomplished was him telling me less and less.

When I got divorced, I made a conscious decision. I’d learned that my beliefs and thoughts created my reality and I decided I no longer wanted to feel this way about myself. I was thirty-four years old and I wanted to find true happiness, and that meant loving and accepting myself as I was. I started by looking in the mirror every morning and telling myself, out loud, that I was beautiful. It was the biggest lie I’d ever told myself, and it felt uncomfortable and awkward, but I was relentless. I looked myself in the eye and said it over and over, day after day. I made a commitment to say it to myself every time I looked in a mirror.

Then slowly an amazing thing began to happen. I started to believe it.

That lead to me taking better care of myself, caring how I presented myself to the world, which lead to me believing it a little more. As time passed I became a new woman. One who truly believed that I was beautiful.

I am not a thin girl. I’ve always been curvy and have ranged from a fit size 10 (in my skinny twenties), to a fit and curvy size 14. I’ll never be a skinny girl, and I’m fine with that. I have come to love and appreciate the woman I’ve become, on good days and bad, whether I feel “fat” or great that day, I’ve learned to see myself as beautiful no matter what.

I have two seven-year-old twin daughters, and there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t tell them multiple times, how beautiful they are. Yes I tell them they are smart, and talented, and all of that knowing beauty is perceived to only be outward. But I believe that if you don’t truly feel beautiful, and if it doesn’t come from within, than your hiding your true potential and doing yourself and the world a disservice. When you feel beautiful, you also feel like you can take on the world. You believe that anything is possible. You feel respected and seen. Call it shallow but all of that builds your self-confidence, which empowers you to be your best self and to live the fullest life possible. And that is what I want for my daughters. I want them to believe that they are beautiful, and not be ashamed of that. I don’t want them to search for validation in men, or anything else to “feel” beautiful. I want them to love and respect themselves, which starts with knowing that no matter what they look like, they ARE BEAUTIFUL.

Last year I was the target of a body-bullying video created by Yahoo for their top daily news stories. They chose to freeze-frame images of me as a guest on the Steve Harvey Show that made me look morbidly obese, and deformed, even though they knew full-well what I actually looked like. That video got a half-million views in 24 hours, and thousands of comments that would have made the old me self-destruct. Those comments included death-threats, all based on just my looks. I called Yahoo out on this and they eventually pulled the piece off the Internet, which I am grateful for. However that does not excuse the acceptance in social media, and media in general to bully because of a persons looks or weight. That experience made me so grateful for all the work I’d done the previous years to change my internal view of myself, which enabled me to see if for the shallow, low-blow attack that it was.

This brings me to a new trend I’m seeing recently in the media, which I want to put my complete support behind. It’s the movement to change societies definition of “beauty.” Dove has released a campaign called #ChooseBeautiful, which is incredibly powerful.

I cried watching this video, and can’t wait to show it to my daughters. This video broke my heart because I know that until a few years ago I would have walked through the “average” door. And it made me emotional knowing that now I’d chose the “beautiful” door, but not without shame and embarrassment.

And that is a problem.

There is a fucked-up idea out there that if you “think your beautiful,” or god-forbid, say that you are, that you are a stuck-up bitch. There’s this underlying societal notion that you shouldn’t say that, and you shouldn’t act that way, because if you do then you’re a conceded narcissist. That you can’t believe you’re beautiful and be humble at the same time. I bet there were women who wanted to walk through the “beautiful” door, but chose not to for that very reason. They were afraid that others would look at them like; who do you think you are? Your not all that!

And that bullshit needs to change.

It’s okay to feel beautiful. It’s okay to tell yourself that you are. It’s okay to say it out-loud, and to carry yourself as a beautiful woman would. It’s okay to be beautiful, and know it, REGARDLESS of what others think of your physical appearance. Who cares what they think? You have the power to be self-defined. Don’t be ashamed. It doesn’t make you a bitch, or arrogant to believe that you are beautiful. It doesn’t make you “full of yourself” or “better than anyone else.” It just makes you a woman who loves and appreciates what God has given her, and wears it with pride.

I want to thank Lane Bryant for their recent campaign #ImNoAngel which is a swipe at Victoria Secrets “perfect” angel. Thank you for making curvy girls sexy. Thank you for showing the world that you don’t need to weigh 90 pounds and have fake tits to be “beautiful.”


Im no angle

And thank you to Kelly Clarkson for not giving a fuck what all the haters have to say about her appearance. She’s been taking a beating lately by media and Internet trolls calling her “fat.” Good for you for not taking their shit and for embracing the beautiful talented woman you are. And for showing the world that it can really suck after you have a baby, most of us don’t automatically “bounce back” nine months after giving birth. I know I never have. So thank you!!!

Kelly Clarkson

And thanks to the newswoman in Canada who has taken cyber bullying for her pregnancy body, and who finally spoke out about it. Good for you!

This trend makes me so happy because I pray that it changes these insane views on beauty, so that my daughters will feel more acceptance than my generation has. I think it’s important to speak-up and let your voice be heard, because YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.


My Stories Single Mom Life

My Hustle

I talk a lot about #TheHustle.  In fact I’m even writing a book about it! It’s kinda my shit to be honest. But for those of you who don’t know what the hustle is all about I thought I’d share with you what my daily hustle looks like.

This is what #RelentlessPursuit of your dream looks like in real life. The behind the scenes version.  What does it take to get a book published and attempt to launch a brand, while holding down a full-time job and being a single mom? This is my day, basically every day for the last year. Maybe it will help give a little perspective on the hustle it takes to make your dreams a reality.


2:10 AM My phone rang.  It was my office manager for my day-job in New York wanting to make sure we had everything lined up for the deal we’d spent the last 24 hours trying to close, which had a 9:00 AM EST deadline. I walked her through the plan and double checked everything, lights still off, head still groggy, eyes glued shut.

 5:55 AM My alarm blasts next to my ear, I ask Siri to call the number for my morning conference call with my New York sales team.  This call happens every single morning, at 6:00 AM.  Today I have to lead the call, and I’m still so exhausted I have no idea what day it is. I rack my brain trying to clear it and remember what I’m supposed to say, I sit up in bed and open my eyes hoping that will help.  But there’s no way to sound alert at this time of the day for me.

Mornings are my nemesis.

7:00 AM I wake the girls, pulling them out of bed. Packing lunches, making breakfast, making a pot of coffee. I push, I pull, I prod, some mornings I yell. It’s impossible to get these girls out the door in time, and I notice that I’m still in my robe when they are finally ready to go. I rush to throw on some sweats and drive them the four miles to school. I’m careful not to speed as I’ve already gotten a ticket once, trying to beat the last tardy bell.

8:15 AM I’m back home making Kanen breakfast, and lunch and getting him off to the bus stop.

8:30 AM Finally I’m ready to sit down and catch up on my emails, check in with work. My office is in my bedroom, and I feel claustrophobic.

From 8:30-12:00 I work, making calls, setting meetings, following up on deals. Grinding on my day job.

12:00-1:00 On a good day I get to go to my Barre3 workout.  On normal days something comes up and I can’t.

The rest of the afternoon I finish up work, scheduling upcoming trips, booking meetings for them. Hosting or listening in on conference calls.  All the things a sales rep with a national territory has to do to keep their job and make money.

4:00 PM I leave pick the kids up from their after school program.  On my way I check the mail.  In it is a notice saying I forgot to show up for my speeding ticket court date, and what could have been a free online class is now a $600 judgment.

I want to cry. Or kick a tree.

I’ve been carrying that fucking ticket in my purse for three weeks, with my to-do list a mile long, saying every day that I’d drop it off and take the class. But I’m always just one step behind the eight ball.

I start the car, and the light reminds me that I’m now two quarts low on oil instead of the one I was a few weeks ago.   And oh yeah, my breaks need replacing, my car’s warning message tells me I should drive it to the shop, that it’s late for a service. I pound my head on the steering wheel and take a deep breath. I need to be in a good mood when I pick up the kids, so I try to shake it off. Someday’s it works, others not so much.

5:00 PM Is dinner, than practice, or dance class, or Kanen’s basketball game, or homework depending on the day.

8:00 PM Sharp is bedtime, because on most nights I have an 8:00 Pm coaching call or book interview.

From 8:00 PM-1:00 or 2:00 AM I grind. I hustle like a motherfucker.

  • I have two months left on my book deadline, and 24 stories to write.
  • I catch up on social media, and try to keep my 900 profiles up to date.
  • I conduct book interviews.
  • I edit and rewrite the book.
  • I do coaching calls.
  • I respond to coaching clients homework assignments.
  • I work on my business plan, and my documentary movie pitch.
  • I research the best way to hire interns. Then learn I don’t have the money to pay them.
  • I review my list of 400 things that need to be done in the next 6 months before my book launch.
  • I plan and stress about my book launch party.
  • I market.
  • I try to learn Photoshop so I can design my own logo. Then resist the urge to throw my laptop across the room.
  • I chase down the people in my book for edit notes and approvals, schedule interview times. Coordinating 52 uber successful people is harder than it looks.
  • I respond to messages. Email, Facebook, Instagram, contact cards, texts…hundreds of messages a day.
  • I blog. Or try to.
  • I scream at my blog and wish I had a web designer because it’s a technical nightmare.
  • I create websites for my brands. And then recreate them.
  • I plan my trip to San Francisco next week, then the one to LA the week after that, then the one to DC the week after that.

The days blur together… There is no night. No day. No rain or sunshine. Right now… in this crunch hour, there is only #TheHustle.

I think I’m going crazy most days. Hanging on by a thread, like if one of these balls I’m juggling falls, the whole  lot will come crashing down. When you work this hard, and in such an isolated manner (working from home all day every day), you take rejection harder.  You notice when your friends don’t respond to your text. You take it personal. You question if it’s worth it, you question your sanity.

My kids are my saving grace. When they are home, the phone turns off. The laptop closes. And they rejuvenate me.

And when I look backward, there’s no way in hell I’ll go back to what you used to know.  And then I look forward and it’s everything that burns inside of me.  I want it so bad the taste is always in my mouth.

You thank God every day for the small signs that come, and they do come, even on hard days.  They let you know that its’ going to all pay off.  That one day it will be worth it, and that you are making a difference. Those rays of light fuel you like nothing else could. You hold on to them and keep moving forward.

No matter what you keep moving forward.

How bad do you want your dream?



Sarah Centrella is the author of the book Hustle Believe Receive which teaches you how to apply the #HBRMethod to change your life and live your dream.

Follow on social media: Instagram | Twitter | Snapchat | Pinterest | YouTube |Periscope @sarahcentrella

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