BLACK SHEEP. THE FAMILY MEETING.
NOV 13 - 14 | HOUSTON, TX.
You’ve built the business. Built a reputation. Raised the kids. Earned the degrees. Made your own fucking money. You’ve survived shit that would’ve taken other people completely out.
And you STILL want more.
More money. More freedom. More impact. More experiences. More fucking LIFE.
And you’re damn good at what you do.
But somewhere along the way, you learned how to be successful while watering down the very parts of you that would make you impossible to ignore.
You have the opinions. The personality. The authority. The too-muchness. But the world gets the professional, politically correct, vanilla version of you.
And baby... that shit is costing you money.
Because there is only so much money you can make being the version of yourself nobody can object to.
So no, you don’t need another fucking strategy.
At some point, we have to deal with the woman running all these strategies. Not to turn you into somebody you're not. To unleash the woman who’s already fucking there.
The one who speaks with more authority. Takes stronger positions. Makes bigger offers. Charges accordingly. And becomes impossible to fucking ignore.
But what if breaking through that ceiling doesn’t take another year?
What if it takes one weekend?
That’s why I called The Family Meeting.
ACCEPT THE GODMOTHER'S INVITATION
Friday night, we start with dinner.
And no, this isn’t some wack-ass networking dinner where you walk around with a name tag asking strangers what they do for a living. Fuck that.
There are only 10–15 of us.
We’re gonna eat good food. Talk. Laugh. Fellowship.
And get to know the women we’re about to spend the weekend with.
I want you to look around that table Friday night and realize...
Oh shit. I think I just found my people!
Welcome to the Family.
The Good Girl.
We're Taking Her Out.
Listen, she got you pretty fucking far. She taught you how to be responsible. Accomplished. Dependable. The woman everybody knows can handle her shit. But she also taught you how to make yourself easier for other people to handle.
How to read the room. Play nice. Keep the peace. Bite your tongue. Pull yourself back when you could feel you were making somebody uncomfortable.
And you got really fucking good at it.
So good, you became the one in your family who went first... without realizing how much of yourself you were editing along the way.
First person to make real money. First one to leave. First one with a degree. First one to build a completely different fucking life.
And when you’re the first, you learn real quick how to succeed without making everybody around you too uncomfortable with who you’re becoming.
But now you want MORE.
And she’s not coming with us where we’re going next
So Friday night at The Sit-Down...
we're putting a hit out on that bitch.
And here’s the thing. I know what it looks like to be smart, ambitious and capable as hell and STILL tolerate shit you have absolutely no business tolerating. I know what it’s like to let somebody convince you that something about you is true when it fucking isn’t.
I know what it’s like to be everybody’s problem solver. Everybody knows you always have the right answer. Everybody knows you can handle anything. Meanwhile, you’re resentful as hell, barely keeping your nose above water, knowing damn well there are things in your own life that need to change... and still putting that shit off.
And I know what it’s like to be powerful as fuck and STILL be a Good Girl in ways you don’t even recognize. Because you don’t call it being a Good Girl. You call it love. Loyalty. Respect. Responsibility. Being a good mom. “That’s just who I am.”
Baby, I’ve had to put a hit out on that bitch in my own life more than once.
And every time I stopped suppressing the real me, my life got bigger. My business got bigger. My money got bigger. I got bigger.
So no, I’m not bringing you to Houston to make you more like me. And I damn sure don’t need you sitting at my feet, putting me on some fucking pedestal and taking notes about how I built my life.
I want to see what the fuck happens when YOU stop suppressing the most powerful parts of YOU.
Because you don’t need another woman telling you how powerful you are. You already know that.
You need somebody willing to look you dead in your face and show you exactly where you’re still pretending you’re not.
That’s why I called the Family Meeting.
This isn’t eight hours of me teaching
while you sit there taking notes.
We’re putting your real life, your real business, your real decisions and your real bullshit on the table.
IDENTITY
You don't look or feel like a Good Girl. That's why you've gotten away with this shit for so long. You're successful. Opinionated. Capable as hell. But somewhere along the way, you learned which parts of you were acceptable and which ones made people uncomfortable. We're finding every place you've been making yourself smaller and saying “this is just who I am.”
MONEY + SALES
You want more money. Good. Now we’re gonna look at how you’re trying to create it. Where are you overgiving? Overworking? Under-asking? Making yourself responsible for everybody else’s results? We’re dealing with the woman making the sales decisions, not handing you another fucking sales script.
LEADERSHIP
There’s a difference between being the woman who can handle everything and being the woman who should. We’re looking at where you’re rescuing, enabling, avoiding difficult conversations, refusing support and taking responsibility for shit that was never yours.
THE HOT SEAT
Bring the real shit. That decision you keep avoiding. The problem you can’t seem to solve. The place you know something has to change. Put it on the table and let’s fucking deal with it.
You’re not leaving with 47 pages of notes. You’re leaving knowing exactly where the Good Girl has been running shit...and done suppressing the Black Sheep who’s been there the whole fucking time.
AND BABY,
WE’RE GETTING RECEIPTS..
You’re not meeting this version of yourself and leaving Houston without proof.
We’re not playing fucking dress-up. We’re bringing out the woman who’s been there all along.
So before you leave Houston, you’re stepping in front of the camera.
And baby, I don’t gatekeep the people who make me look this fucking good.
I knew exactly who I wanted to bring to Houston.
MEET THE WOMAN
WHO WILL SHOOT YOU.
AMANDA SWIGER
LUXURY VISUAL ARTIST
A cute headshot is NOT what your Black Sheep Identity needs and lucky for you, I don't do cute or boring. I bring your power so fully to the front that it silences your Good Girl and makes every excuse you've ever had evaporate permanently.
Creating for the Godmother has been a masterclass in embodied power, creating media with her that moved a woman like you to sit at this table and to change the world.
I am so excited to be part of this Family Meeting and give you just a taste of what it's like to have media built solely around your Black Sheep Identity.
The Godmother Keeps Receipts
Autumn K., Fitness Trainer
“I spent eight years working as a personal trainer at one of the most prestigious high-end gym chains in the country, making $27,000 a year. In just four weeks I made $70k in sales for myself, a total of $120,000 in four months.
But the biggest change wasn’t the money. It was me. Linda helped me see where my identity was keeping me operating like the woman who made $27K a year, even though I was capable of so much more. I make completely different decisions now because I’m a completely different woman. My business changed because I did.”
Madhura J., Speaker & Coach
“I’ve worked with Linda on and off since 2020. With her, I had my first six-figure year. After losing my husband and putting my business on the back burner, when I was ready to come back, I came back to Linda.
Since then, I’ve closed my first $17K and $15K sales, launched my speaking business, traveled internationally to speak, and I’m showing up more than I ever have before.
I’ve worked with plenty of coaches, and nobody compares to Linda. I tell her all the time, ‘I can’t stop singing your praises.’ I’m not just building differently. I’m a different woman.”
Estela T., RE Investor & Sales
“When I hired Linda, I had been a Realtor for 20 years, but after losing my only daughter in a car accident, I was struggling with depression and on food stamps. I believed in Linda’s work so much that I called Discover, got my credit limit increased and used it to hire her.
I went on to have my first six-figure year in 20 years, became a listing agent, closed million-dollar deals, bought two investment properties and lost 60 pounds.
Linda doesn't just coach business. Her coaching changed me—and even impacted my son. She helped me break generational cycles and I will forever be grateful for the woman I've become.”
Savannah J., Music Facilitator
“Before working with Linda, I had worked with a handful of coaches and invested in other programs, but I still wasn’t getting the results I knew I was capable of. I had made $54,000 the entire year before I came to her.
Within four months of working with Linda, I closed $140,000 in sales—including creating and selling my first $30,000 offer.
The difference wasn’t another strategy. Linda changed the way I saw myself, what I believed I was capable of and the decisions I was willing to make. My income changed because I did.”
The Godmother's Invitation
$1,600
Your private invitation to take your seat before the Family Meeting opens publicly at $2,500.
ACCEPT THE GODMOTHER'S INVITATIONConsigliere Appointment (VIP Day)
$7,500
Everything At The Family Meeting, (A $15K value) PLUS:
MEET WITH THE GODMOTHERDON’T LET THAT BITCH
MAKE THIS DECISION TOO.
You’ve spent this entire page recognizing all the places the Good Girl has been running shit.Don’t hand her this fucking decision too.
Because you already know what she’s about to do.
She’s gonna overthink it. Tell you the timing isn’t right.
Remind you of everything else you could spend the money on.
Convince you there are a few things you should handle first.
Maybe later. Maybe next time.
Baby, that’s the Good Girl negotiating.
And if you can hear her doing that shit
while reading a sales page about putting a hit out on her...
I think I’ve made my fucking point.
You already know whether you belong at this table.
The Family Meeting is
November 13–14 in Houston.
There are only 15–20 seats.
If you know, you know. Take your fucking seat.
Who is this for?
Can I stay at the hotel?
How many people will be at this event
What should I wear?
What is the closest airport?
Tell Me More About The Consigliere Appointment.
Are flights and hotel included?
What if I buy a ticket and can't make it?
What time should I arrive / when does everything end?
I’m successful. How do I know I actually need this?
YOU’VE BEEN SUMMONED TO THE FAMILY MEETING.
I need you to understand something before you come into this room. I’m not interested in the politically correct, professional version of you.
You know who I’m talking about. The woman who says, “It’s fine,” when it absolutely is NOT fine. Who says, “I understand,” when what she really means is, “This is some bullshit.” Who has a whole conversation in her head about what somebody might think, then changes what she was going to do based on a conversation that never even fucking happened.
Leave her ass at home.
We're gonna talk about the shit successful women who are used to being in charge usually only admit to themselves.
Sometimes you don’t even like the life you worked this fucking hard to build. You can love somebody and still be sick of their shit. You can be grateful as hell and still want something completely different. You can be proud of everything you’ve accomplished and still privately wonder, “Is this really fucking it?”
We’re gonna say the shit you’re not supposed to say. Admit the shit that doesn’t make you look good. Laugh at some of our own bullshit. And tell the truth about what we want now.
Nothing is off the fucking table.
I’m not promising you’re going to leave Houston with your entire life figured out.
I’m promising you something I think is a hell of a lot more valuable:
You’re going to see shit you cannot unsee.
And once you see her, you don't need to become the Black Sheep. You need to stop suppressing her.
So consider this your summons.
The Family Meeting has been called.
You’ve been summoned.
I’ll see you in Houston.
— Linda
CLAIM YOUR SEAT
