Nice to meet you!


Okay, so what’s my story? Honestly, I have written my “story” so many times and each time I do, there is always something new to add or to change. I am aiming to write my story for this site and hopefully, once is enough. 


Born in California, raised in North Carolina, I am a Mexican American woman, a child of immigrant parents. My upbringing is a bit unordinary compared to your usual American traditional lifestyle.


My story begins when I was run over by a lawnmower at the age of 5. When I was sent to the hospital, the doctors had claimed my destiny to my parents stating I would not survive if I did not get a blood transfusion. My parents at the time were in organized religion, Jehovah's Witness, therefore, they denied it. 


In those moments, my parents prayed for my survival and left it in the hands of God.


As you can see, I am here, alive. Strong and breathing.


Due to my accident, I lost half of my calf muscle and part of my left foot. I wear a partial prosthetic to help me move, dance, work out, hike, and do whatever my body desires to.


As a young kid, growing up wasn’t easy. Not only was I bullied in school for having a weird leg, but also I grew up in a strict religion. Jehovah's Witnesses do not commend children to become friends with people in school, play sports, or socialize with anyone besides Jehovah's Witnesses.


From a very young age up until I was 16 years old, my weekends were filled with me knocking on strangers' doors, preaching they need to serve God or they will die in a violent Armageddon soon to come and destroy all bad people like them. Keep in mind, I was preaching and giving bible studies before I even started going to middle school.


Once I had reached eighth grade, my sister rebelled and had her first child. My beautiful niece Juliza. Since my parents were very afraid of me going to high school, they put me in homeschool, hoping I wouldn’t turn out like my sister. Little did I or they know that I was going to still become a teenager with tendencies and temptations.


To this date, I do not regret getting homeschooled. I could do school work in my pajamas (maybe this is why I like remote work so much). I created my own schedule, as long as I completed the work. My parents loved the fact I would complete school and go preaching during the week. While my old schoolmates were taking tests or in class at 11 AM on a random weekday, I was out and about with my aunt preaching the lord's word.


Once I was almost done with school, I got my first job at Mcdonald's. This is when I started developing new friends, behind my parents' back of course, because they were not Jehovah's Witnesses. This exact time of my life is when I began rebelling by sneaking out of the house, getting a boyfriend who wasn’t a JW, and partying. 

Once the religion found out, I was immediately expelled, essentially shunned. I was not allowed to speak to my entire family, referring to my uncles, aunts, cousins, or my friends from church. My parents were also told to have very limited communication with me. 


Being under my parents' roof, I was forced to still go to church without speaking a word to anyone and leave as soon as it ended. This was my life from 16 until the first weekend I turned 18 years old. My life was miserable, alone, and even when I was going to community college after finishing high school, I was making so many mistakes and losing friends left and right.


The same weekend I turned 18, I moved out of my parents' house because I just couldn’t go to church anymore. I highly disliked the idea of being in an organized religion that brought on unhappiness to my life.


As a people pleaser at the time, my way of making it up to my parents for “failing” is by getting a good job. I started off as a Certified Nurse Aid, hated it, so I got an office job in a city close by. My career in finance began. I got a full-time job in the finance world and worked in a cubicle for more than 40 hours a week but clearly was not getting anywhere. 


At the time, having a fantastic career that my parents were proud of, and also getting married and having kids were the goals of mine.... then. 


But as we all know it, even if we don’t want to admit it, when we aren’t meant to do something, sometimes it takes so much out of us that we give up and try something different. Sadly, for many, they don’t get the courage to actually change what makes them unhappy. In my case, I went to the extreme.


For two years, from 18 to 20 years old, I had no purpose, no goals, just a girl who wanted to make money and be financially stable and live freely. I got myself into so much debt, partied like crazy, getting drunk every weekend, and reaching about 190 pounds of weight. The heaviest I have ever been.


One day in 2014, I was at work, in my cubicle, watching an after movie of Tomorrowland Music Festival 2013. The moment I watched that after the movie, I knew there was something bigger for me in my life. I wanted to be in that crowd dancing, traveling, and meeting new people around the world. 


See here’s the thing… growing up, I was always into writing and taking photographs. I had an immense passion for photography and travel. However, since the religion said to always put God first, the idea of chasing my creative dreams was never an option. Nor was it just “ok” to travel when you wish - it had to be with family or missionary work.

At 20 years old, still in the cubicle, I said to myself “I am going to move to the city and become a music photographer!” Just like that. I made immediate changes, moved into an apartment with a three-month lease in my home state, and set the date of June 1st, 2014 to move to Los Angeles.


My first photo in Los Angeles in 2014

After moving, things went uphill, (of course, challenges here and there existed, you know, the usual experiences that help you understand and learn truly about yourself) but in my eyes, I made it out of my small town and left the corporate world to achieve bigger things in life.


Get this… my roommate at the time was supposed to move with me to LA but bailed a few days before. We were supposed to drive together cross-country. Despite her bailing on me, I decided to go either way and sell my car. 


My parents were against it. My friends were against it. My work was against it. I had no one by my side to support me or encourage me. I was completely alone AGAIN. That did not stop me.


In this period, I had little to no money. I wasn’t responsible for my budget. I still had so much debt and was paying the rent with the little I had. Selling my car didn’t happen until 2 weeks into California. So, when I decided to leave CA, I only had $600 in my pocket. I know crazy! I still can’t believe to this date I took that risk.


But that risk…. Oh man, changed my life forever!


I moved to Los Angeles, California, stayed in a hostel for 2 weeks before the money came in from my car. Once I had received about a grand, I was able to move into an apartment in Downtown Los Angeles, with rent for about $500 a month. Here is the catch… I had about 20 roommates and was sharing my room with a stranger. Within a few days, I had landed two jobs, and my life in LA began.


Over the years, I worked two or three jobs at the same time, lived in hostels, stayed in rooms with more than 8 people – all while hustling and struggling to “make it” in the city. Thanks to the sweat, tears, and aches from waitressing, I was able to finally land a job in the music industry that paid well enough for me to get my own place, live comfortably, and feel as if I had “succeeded.”


Though something very strange happened over the years working in the music industry. Less time was being spent on me and doing things I loved like travel and photography, and more time was invested in my career. 


But why was I complaining and all of a sudden feeling unhappy? I almost felt guilty for having these unhappy thoughts about my career since I had worked so hard to get where I was standing. It didn’t take long to realize that my drinking every week, every weekend, working non-stop would catch up to me. I hit a breaking point. I no longer loved myself. I no longer enjoyed going to work. I no longer liked what I saw in the mirror. The authentic “me” was lost. I did not know who I was anymore.


Thanks to hitting rock bottom, I reached out for help by connecting with a wellness coach and spiritual mentor.


After having a spiritual rebirth at a women’s circle in the mountains of Ojai, I came back to work the following week and decided to quit. It was no longer in alignment with my authentic values. I realized that what mattered the most is to live by my true essence, be on a spiritual path, and inspire others to do the same. 


Once I quit, I went back to school, received my accredited certification in nutrition, life coaching, and mindfulness. Whilst working towards my credentials, I began freelancing again in social media, and most of all started traveling again and taking photos. Though my income was sliced in half, my heart was overflowing with love and blessings. By building my self-confidence and learning the power of manifestation through reprogramming my subconscious mind, I was able to achieve big things in less than a year.


Thanks to my manifesting powers and constantly adding fuel to my self-worth, I converted my freelancing career into a boutique social media firm, working specifically with conscious businesses, helping them achieve their goals. And, now showing up to the world with offerings in helping other people learn how to unleash their potential with love and serve their purpose on earth.


There are no words to express how exciting it is to live in a time like this. Even with the pandemic, challenges, and craziness of the world, it’s clear how much of a need it is for people to let go of anxieties, worries, and fears. It’s a perfect time to unleash the power buried inside of each one of you, hidden behind layers and layers of unwanted. Even though you might not see it, I do. And, I want to help you flap your wings.

Yours truly,

Janet Jaimes