When I let go of the expectations I had on myself, I could finally start putting the pieces back together.
Feeling beautiful is a potent goldmine of feminine power that is free from mirrors, media and materialism. It is a radiant, glowing, high vibratory hum of sparkling energy that attracts others.
When’s the last time you appreciated your body for what it does for you rather than put it down for how it looks?
You can’t let go without mess. Someone will be pissed. Someone will take it personally. Someone will never speak to you again or buy your stuff. If you wait to do it perfectly aka everybody loves your choice, then just go ahead and invite Miss Havisham to move in with you.
We tell our tears to stop. We tell ourselves to suck it up. That others have it worse. And so who the hell are we to ache, to hurt, to need to cry, or to desire change when we have it so good.
You get to become the survivor of your story. The warrior who starts a new. The shaman who speaks in six word sentences.
Know that your sisters all around the globe are collectively releasing alongside you, and that we are a tapestry of Women who are paving the way for ourselves to move clearly and confidently from our intentions with this ceremony.
Be kind to yourself and have it be easy. You’re getting there. Promise.
It’s worth asking ourselves on a regular basis: What is my life saying to me? Am I listening?
What I really appreciated about the leaf in that moment was its flexibility. It was still alive enough to unfurl as I slowly, gently coaxed it open.
So consider this: if words can sway and betray; incite and ignite; belie and pacify; then imagine what those words, especially the negative ones in our day-to-day arsenal, the ones we use on ourselves and those close to us, can do to our well-being. And what if we just stopped spewing lexical garbage, whether self-talk or out loud to others, what then?