Rhonda Swan, also knows as the “Unstoppable Momma” is an International Speaker, Personal Branding and Online Strategist. She helps online marketers, visionaries, experts, entrepreneurs, and businesses communicate their brand message with power and precision across online and social media platforms. She consults with a wide range of clients, everyone from surgeons and small business owners to startups and brand managers. Rhonda has been featured in the Huffington Post, Home Business Magazine, and Success Magazine, and she has been traveling the world for 8+ years with her “Unstoppable Family” living their perfect day, everyday.
Rhonda quit her corporate executive position with Glaxo SmithKline Pharmaceuticals 11 years ago to work online. She has been traveling for the last 8 years with her family and today dedicates her time and life to teaching other parents, entrepreneurs and small business owners how to take their life back, live their passions and to build an ethical business online. Her signature program The Freedom-Preneur Academy; “The 8 Pillars of Building A Business Online That You Love” has changed the lives of thousands of people all over the world and is currently in 6 continents. (Antarctica is next)
Personal Story From Rhonda:
You know, I haven’t always lived and traveled whenever or wherever I wanted, in fact just a short 11 years ago, I was an office drone, in all sense of the word.
I would sit in traffic for hour each morning and night, arrive at work at seven in the morning, and leave at six at night. I was earning a six figure salary, but my life was empty. I’d come home to my husband Brian, tired and unhappy; we’d pass each other in the hallway on our ways to our home office, bicker and sometimes not speak to one another at all. It was the definition of a passionless existence, sleep walking through life.
Then one day, it all changed for me.
I witnessed a women ask for an extra hour in the morning to take her baby to day care so that she could have a little extra time before she left them in the arms of a complete stranger. My BOSS said “Impossible”! If she wanted to keep her J.O.B. she would need to be on time each morning and not leave a minute early in the evening.
This crushed my heart.
The idea of daycare has always been offensive to me; a child needs and deserves time with her parents, and to not suffer through the emotional, spiritual neglect of being shunned off onto a group of professional babysitters. No idea pains me more than the thought of my daughter sitting in a room full of people who don’t care about her—and wondering when I’ll finally come back for her.
That’s not how children were meant to be raised, and when push came to shove I couldn’t do it, I refused to make the decision. I quit.
This was a major point of contention between Brian and me; he was a robotics engineer, and while that was a good job in a lot of ways, he’d never have been able to afford the mortgage on our house. It was a full time position with two weeks of vacation—he barely had time to be a husband, let alone to find enough extra income to make up for my quitting. But this was beyond important to me, and I was going to make it work.
The immediate problem was income. We had a nest egg, but it wouldn’t last very long. Despite the work that’s involved, being a full-time mom doesn’t pay the bills, and with just one job in the family, we were looking down the barrel of some serious belt tightening. For two adults, that’d be fine. But for a child?
No. I had my cake and I was going to find a way to eat it, too.
My husband made it clear, too; this was on me to fix the problem. To him, daycare was as natural and American as apple pie, and our jobs were necessary evils. But I told him that I’d find a way to change what we were doing, and I set to my research.
So I looked up work that a stay-at-home mom could do. I got involved with a group of people who taught me how to run a business and leverage the internet. The first few weeks were stressful. The nest egg was getting smaller but the bills weren’t, and I hadn’t made a single sale.
And then I did it—I’d finally made a sale. And then a lot of sales. And all at once, the name of the game was five-figure months. I still remember our first time pulling this off, making more than thirty thousand dollars, from home, in a single month. It was 2007, and my family had everything it could have ever dreamed of wanting.
Then the real estate bubble popped, and worse, we found out that one of the people we’d trusted the most was a complete fraud. We’d been working together to develop a golf course, and right as the economy soured, we found that he hadn’t been working on it at all—he’d pocketed our investment and there was no golf course. He’d vanished, and he took everything with him.
Between the exorbitant legal battle with this fraudster and the economy crashing, we lost everything. We declared bankruptcy. We had nothing. I felt like a failure. I’d been fooled, and now I was trapped. The only thing left was for my husband and I to go find jobs doing something we hated, work on projects we had no interest in furthering, and to be a family in whatever cracks in the schedule our bosses left for us.
The only way I knew to not be at the mercy of a fickle market landscape, and perhaps, a few years down the road, the victim of another bubble popping, was the security of an office building. But I’d made a vow to my little girl that I would raise her and not leave her to some set of strangers on a daycare. That vow meant everything to me, but our investments were gone, our IRA’s were gone. It was like being cornered and wondering which animal would bite you first.
What I needed to do—get a job, or maybe move back home with my parents—was the worst sort of emotional torture I could imagine. I’d tasted freedom, and I’d had the joy of being with my daughter and my husband full time. Now the world was crushing down on me, and if I didn’t go back into the cage I’d just left, it was going to pop me like a grape.
Stress has an amazing sort of sorcery. It makes you think that when you’re pouring effort into keeping a huge house and a bunch of cars you splurged on—that when you’re managing your finances and your credit—that what you’re really doing is taking care of your family. That’s a lie. Taking care of your family is being there with them and for them. The house and all the other crap is extra. If your dream is raising a family, raise a family. Don’t be a slave to someone else because you think you need their permission to raise a family.
You can probably see where this is going. I did what any sane person would do who’d lived what I’d lived and had my realizations. I stopped putting off my dream. I knew how to make money. I knew how to talk to people—and my husband did too. The expense of keeping your family together is much lower once you realize that you don’t need the five-room house, and I took it the thought a step further. I cashed out. I got rid of every material possession I owned that couldn’t fit in a travel case, and I, with my family, set off on a journey that was supposed to last two years, but has now exceeded 8+ years and doesn’t show any sign of stopping.
We left on our “Unstoppable Family” Journey November 2008. Started in Hanalei Bay, Kauai (my daughters namesake) with $23,808.27 to our name and a vision. We had no idea how our life would turn out, but I did know that I never wanted to experience the shackles I had before and my daughters life be determined by a BOSS. We have since been to Bali, Fiji, Mexico, Peru, Brazil, Spain, Germany, Italy, Panama, Costa Rica, Nicaragua to name a few. In fact my daughter has more stamps on her passport than most adults and has now touched 6 continents [out of 7] and plans on seeing Antarctica this year. She has attended schools all over the world to be engulfed in the language and the cultures. At this point she is rather fluent in Spanish and is learning new languages in each country.
I would like to close my story with this. When the Universe throws you a bad hand- something that forces you to ask yourself “Why Me” ask yourself “Why Not Me” instead. There may be a hidden [UNSTOPPABLE] life just behind it.
Rhonda Swan~ Unstoppable Momma