Jo HassanThere is nothing typical about Jo Hassan. She oozes vibrancy and many people, even those older than her, have said When I grow up I want tobe you. Some friends say that they follow her on social media because they want to vicariously enjoy her life. f only they knew how it has sometimes been in the past. Johasn't always so publicly inspired others because in an earlier era she retreated into the numb secrecy of dark despair whilst trying to overcome postnatal depression (PND) and then post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). People today see smiling Pink Jo and that is a decision. Wearing pink and smiling anyway was a coping strategy to survive life that became a coping strategy to survive business as well. Since 2006 Jo has shared business lifestyle strategies with small business owners so they can have more freedom too. That became Jo's passion and she's done it really well. She understands how it is and how they think. It led her to create the PEPP(R) Model where Purpose, Energy, Pleasure and Profit play an important part of the decision-making process before doing anything. More than most Jo deserves the title The Queen of Resilience and, via this book and speaking, she is ready to share the back story on the back story. It's time to start the hard conversation about an unusual case of PTSD. About how the girl from the English village found herself in a culturally rich marriage, mothering a distressed teenager not much younger than herself. The journey had multiple unexpected jagged edges and Jo found the fortitude to push through and become an inspiration. Jo lives in Brisbane, Australia. She loves being a Mum, connecting people, making photo books and baking (pink) cupcakes. She enjoys travelling-especially back to The Village from whence she came. To keep fit and healthy she kicks her footbike (an adult scooter with bicycle wheels) and recently achieved a goal of going 100 km in one go which took seven hours! Read More Read Less
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