Never Again

On January 31st, I received 29 days’ notice that my income was going to be cut by 90%. Not because I stopped working.
Not because I wasn’t selling.
Not because I didn’t show up.
Not because I failed.
But because someone else decided it.

I actually remember exactly what I was doing that day. While I was getting dressed, I checked my phone. I saw hundreds of texts and dozens of missed calls. As soon as I saw it was all my team’s incredible executive leaders, my heart dropped and I had to sit—half dressed. I knew. It was over. HQ had betrayed us all. Blindsides don’t happen when we’re prepared and polished… but they also don’t wait for you to put your pants back on after a massage.

I had splurged on a sinus treatment following a 90-minute therapy massage to alleviate the arthritis—a rare act of self-care—and had truly unplugged for two full hours. No phone. No buzzing. No notifications. I missed the ominous half-hour heads-up for a “leader only” Zoom.

By the time I got dressed, paid, and drove home, eight years of work and community were gone. A decision had been made without me—and it would shatter the foundation I’d built my team and business on.

I spent the next two hours on FaceTime with my team leaders and besties, crying, processing, and saying things like:
“What just happened?”
“What do we even do now?” 

That is how my husband found out. Not through an official email. Not through a team call. But by overhearing me on FaceTime, unraveling in real time. The company had posted, publicly, their watered-down version of the announcement before we even got off the phone.

Clearly this had been in the works. Now, I have reason to believe for over a year.

And in the swirl of disbelief, anger, and fear, one clear sentence rose to the top:

Never again.

Never again would I build everything on someone else’s platform.
Never again would I wait to be chosen.
Never again would I ignore the tiny whisper telling me I could—should—build something of my own.

So I picked up what I had—which wasn’t much. No backup plan. No next step. I wasn’t planning to leave. I had no idea what was out there. And honestly, I didn’t think I’d ever dive into social selling with another company again. Just…

• A tired and broken heart
• Scattered and fractured team and friendships
• A spark of faith
• An ignored blog
• Long-term relationships with people who could help
• And a swirl of sticky notes filled with ideas

And I immediately started rebuilding.

Plan B, Plan C, and the Power of Start Anyway

I didn’t have a 10-step plan.
I didn’t have unlimited funding.
I didn’t have a tech team.

But I had grit and 30 years of experience.
I had stories and a few well-thought-out and branded URL domains I wasn’t using yet.
I soon would have ChatGPT—and the belief that I could figure it out as I went.

So I did.

In the 8 weeks that have followed, I:

• Used two words—“I quit”—to create space instead of using the 500 I could have used
• Launched LearnLiftLead.com with a Linktree to spaces I own and believe in
• Relaunched and refreshed LorriGailMoffatt.com with content I can stand behind
• Built AllThingsAugusta.com to honor my roots and host April Golf Week magic
• Joined as an affiliate and created 10+ branded Amazon lists with intention and design
• Refreshed 30 old blogs, wrote 30 new ones, and dozens of email funnels, community copy, and journal prompts
• Crushed updating my blogging, coaching, empathy, Facebook group, Excel, Google Docs, Forms, and Sheets skills
• Learned how to use AI not as a crutch—but as a creative catalyst

And the most powerful thing I did?

I found my voice again. And this time—before I even knew what I might do with it—I put it to work.

Why I’m Doing All This

Because everyone needs a Plan B.
And probably a Plan C.
Because no one should feel discarded or disposable.
Because your gifts are still yours—even when someone else puts you on pause.
Because finding your voice—and a way to use it—isn’t just empowering:
It’s non-negotiable.
It’s stabilizing.
It’s income-generating.
It’s soul-restoring.
It’s clarifying.
It’s character-defining.
It’s what makes the next season possible.

This isn’t about selling anything with any company.
This is about me. And it’s about you.

It’s about telling the truth. It’s about showing others what’s possible when they stop waiting and start building.

If you’re standing in the rubble or ashes of something that fell apart—through your actions or not—let me say this clearly: You don’t have to rebuild what broke.
You don’t have to let those who broke it dictate how to put the pieces back together. You can build something better. And it starts with one decision:

Never again.

Why I’m Sharing It All

You might be wondering, why share all of this?

Because it’s all here:

• The emotional collapse
• The blindsiding
• The swirl of betrayal
• The gritty restart
• The 8-week arc of rebirth
• And the heartline of my why

I share it not just to process it, but to pass it on—in case someone else is quietly standing in the ashes of what fell apart and wondering if it’s possible to start again.

Because here’s the truth:
I trusted the Lord. Fully. I laid it all down—my pride, my hurt, my identity, my income. And less than a week later, after TRULY putting it in His hands, a personal path and a business opportunity appeared. One I never would have pursued on my own. One I was convinced I was done with. But God.

If You’re the Reader

If you’re here, maybe this moment is your own never again.

Maybe you’ve lost something.
Maybe you’re afraid to start again.
Maybe you’ve been silenced so long, your voice feels like a whisper.

Let this be your reminder:

✨ You are not disposable.
✨ You are not done.
✨ And you are absolutely not alone.

You don’t need a 10-step plan.
You just need a seed and a little faith.

Start with your voice.
Start with what’s in your hands.
Start anyway.

Journal Prompts

• Where have you given someone else too much power over your peace or paycheck?
• What is one “never again” boundary you’re ready to name?
• If you started with just what’s in your hands, what could you build?

Reflect: You don’t have to know the whole plan. But naming the moment—that’s where everything shifts.

Want More Like This? This is just one of the stories I’m telling as I rebuild in real time—with faith, fire, and a few sticky notes.

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