Can't Never Did Anything


I was raised by a single father whose desire to provide the very best life for me was his main priority in life. He had a government job that provided a comfortable living for us and a super healthy retirement plan for him. We didn’t have a lot of extra to spare but it kept us appreciating the value of a dollar and focused on the important things in life. My dad had strong values, believed in working hard every day and didn’t really have much desire to do a lot of other things beyond work and providing for me. He had simple needs and was just fine with that.

Now, when it came to me and my future, he basically taught me from a very young age that I could do anything that I wanted to. After a while, I believed him. Why, because any time that I ever thought I couldn’t do something, he would always respond very calmly with:


Now, my dad was a man of very few words. He thought, in general, that people talked to much. He didn’t like inane chatter so when he spoke, people listened. He had a warm heart, people liked him and wanted to learn from him. He had a way of seeming like he knew “what was up” in the world.

So, in his quiet way, when he would say:


I would try what I was doing again and more often than not, I found a new way or a new idea to get it done.

I was reminded of this over and over and over again.

I started to really believe him.

In high school, I was the Captain of the high school dance team, I was on a dance scholarship at the local dance studio where I danced 6 days a week, I was in Advanced Placement classes at school holding a 4.0 GPA, I had great friends and I had a boyfriend that I really liked.


Once I went on to college, I was an accounting major at the University of Colorado where I minored in Psychology, I was involved in my Delta Gamma sorority, I taught dance 3 nights per week at a few dance studios, I was a dancer for the professional NBA team, the Denver Nuggets where I practiced twice per week and sometimes performed in up to 4 games per week. I also choreographed for a high school pom team and practiced with them 5 mornings per week at a school about an hour away from the college. I also had a boyfriend that I really liked (different than the high school boyfriend though). I always made time for daily calls and Sunday dinner with my dad.

During the summer, I took summer school to get even more credits, I still taught dance and I performed in a Las Vegas Revue for 12 weeks with 3 shows per night. I hung out with friends as often as I wanted to.

Once I graduated, I went on to get my CPA license and got a JOB or should I say 3 JOBS. I practiced public accounting focused on auditing and tax for construction companies, I became a Denver Broncos Cheerleader finishing my 3rd and final year with a Super Bowl ring in 1993 all while still teaching dance at two local dance studios. Still had a nice boyfriend (but a different one). I still made time for daily calls and Sunday dinner with my dad.

Beyond that, I went on to work in a boutique CPA firm where I provided CFO outsourcing for many types of small businesses. I still taught dance but it just wasn’t enough for me. The regular job was not fulfilling. It was burning me out. I wanted something more.

I had MANY long conversations with my Dad about wanting to make a change but thought maybe I couldn’t and told him so. He said:


So, I begin brainstorming and calculating how I could open dance studios and quit the regular job. I wanted to teach and inspire children of all ages. I wanted to open many studios so spent time determining how to do that. I worked all day at my regular job, taught dance at night and chipped away at the business plan until I opened the first studio in 2003, the same year that I moved into a new house and got married to my wonderful husband, Chris. I kept my regular job for one whole year while I was getting the studio up and running so was working 14-hour days for the entire time. I actually broke even in my first year and grew from that point on so quit working for the “man” at that point. I still needed those daily calls and Sunday dinner with my dad.

Since then, I have opened 4 other fruitful and impactful businesses, founded a non-profit dance company all while getting married, surviving breast cancer, having two beautiful children and 5 dogs. I now share my experiences and my expertise with audiences all over the country and world through my speaking and coaching.

My amazing dad passed away on Christmas 2017. They say that only special people die on Christmas and I am going with that because it is absolutely true in my world. I miss him and his calls every single day. I am so grateful for my dear father, Larry Corbell. His instilling a great work ethic in me and his words of wisdom:


drive me to this day to do MORE. To want MORE. To know I can do MORE.

So, please when you think you just CAN’T do something, remember this:


And go get that thing DONE because YOU can!