We meet. I adorn her with love and reverence. She gifts me with her wise reflection -- the kind that shows you all of the secrets of the Universe hidden inside of you … if only you listen.
My life has been evolving so rapidly lately that, sometimes, I just need to stop time and sit with it all. This is the place, for me, where that happens. In slow motion. I feel it. Deep.
When was the last time you stopped to listen in?
I have shed my skin so many times in recent years, months, days, minutes - that, at times, I find myself asking, “Who even am I??’ I like her, though.
That much, I do know.
She’s effing powerful. And, unapologetic. And, soft and sweet too.
The real girl. Welcome. She was here all along.
But, like you, she wanted to fit in. Belong.
We all do.
We get swept up by the crashing waves of other people’s beliefs and opinions ... and in the churning, forget who we are. “Please like me. Please love me. Don’t judge me or reject me.” “Oh God, I hope they don’t find out how WEIRD I really am.” Sure, you can have all that. You can blend right in. It will just cost you your soul. Every day, show up and play your role.
But, deep down, those of us who always knew … we’re rising. We’re tired of hiding.
Yes, I think so too. :) You are here to do more and BE more. You aren’t meant to filter your soul and hide your divine. You were never meant to fit in their box, but to SHINE.
You weren’t meant to take on their story of “too much.” Too open, too loud, too ambitious, too smart, too opinionated, too -whatever. Don’t draw attention to yourself. Blend in. Be quiet. Don’t wear that. Don’t say that. My God, you can’t say FUCK. What will they think?
ENOUGH :) As in I am enough. YOU are enough. The PERFECT amount actually. Never “too much” for those who are meant to be on this ride with you.
So, my work today was to sit with all of this - as wave after wave lapped at my feet. The sound of the ocean soothing me. To love all those places that I previously hid. To forgive the part of me that squeezed all of that goodness into a box called “fitting in.” Because, that was all perfect too. (Cont in comments..)