There was this piece of me—a young, vulnerable, desperate piece of me—who begged for someone to finally just tell me who the hell I was supposed to be, or do, or what my life was supposed to be about. Every time life intensified, waves of hysteria would swell from deep within me, the fear that I’d get it wrong… that I couldn’t trust myself to know what was true for me. I felt terrified that, without external guidance, my life would be wasted.
But then I started to explore what one of my early teachers called “the spirituality of the self”. I studied the way I reacted to the world around me, the way I allowed certain relationships, circumstances, and experiences to affect me. I learned I was powerful, far more powerful than I’d ever imagined, and that I could change reality by changing the way I was showing up in the world. In time, I released what no longer served me and made space for my truth to become my life. The artist, the lover, the priestess, the mother, the healer, the dancer, the writer . . . one discovery at a time, I hosted a reunion of the pieces of my soul.
This transformation was possible because of the supports I cultivated for myself along the way. My blog is an extension of my journals. I use it to share the lessons I’ve learned, powerful resources, and inspiring stories of my clients’ transformations. Dig in and find the information and inspiration you need today and keep coming back when you need another dose! If you can’t find what you’re looking for, email me your question and I’ll see what I can find for you.
I woke up anxious this morning. Sometimes it just comes for me: the collision of my reality and the way I think things should be. It’s a mental train wreck that keeps me stuck. I cling to the dreams, the shoulds, the appearance of a gap. I worry that I’m not doing enough, that I’ve screwed it up, that I’ve kept myself from manifesting the thing (truth?) in my head. And, what the hell, maybe I have. Maybe I missed a message. Maybe I didn’t have the courage to do what needed to be done. Maybe I wasn’t ready.
Either way, here I am. The choices I made are the choices I made. This is my reality. The dream I had for today doesn’t match my truth. There is a gap and, now, I’m anxious and it’s not helping anything. Period. It does not serve me one bit to obsess about it. I need to shift my focus. I need to accept what is. I need to celebrate what there is to be celebrated, and immerse myself in all of the beautiful things in my life.
And breathe. I need to breathe. That grounds me… holds me… a strong, loving, embrace from the Divine within me. There is much to celebrate today–a beautiful life, breathtaking love, health, and a business that allows me to touch and change lives–even if it’s not the way I always thought would be. I choose that. I choose me.