One perception shift at a time.
My body hurts, and yet, I’m smiling the deeper-than-lips smile of inner contentment.
Contentment was something that I felt sparingly in my early life. I was raised to think emotional pain and inner and outer discord were typical baseline experiences.
I suffered from Celiac disease for years (because I guess I thought chronic stomachaches were the norm). Then I found yoga and meditation, and I was somehow able to tolerate my physical and emotional discomfort with a newfound connected, yet detached, awareness.
Somewhere along the line, I realized I had to love her.
For years I tried to heal her. But instead of healing her, I suppressed her. I choked her. I suffocated every last morsel of her darkness into a New Age love and the light-filled abyss.
I would write affirmations 50 and then 100 times over.
I love myself. I am worthy. I’m confident. I am valuable. I am enough.
Living a fulfilled life has nothing at all to do with income. Here’s why.
For years I ran what outsiders perceived as a successful holistic business. By many standards it was successful. My workshops, classes and private sessions were always booked. I left my office every day feeling satiated. My heart was full. I was living a life I had dreamed about for so long, one where I got to share my gifts with the world through yoga, reiki, and intuitive coaching. But financially, I was always just getting by.
By society’s standards, just getting by isn’t enough.
A Love Letter From Your Soul
I know you doubt yourself often. I know your worries often pull you out of enjoying simple pleasures. You’ve always had this human thing right.
Look at your quiet moments — those simple book-reading, song-listening, sunset-watching, chatting-with-friend moments. Remove the self-doubt and peer deeper. You were you, unabashedly and proudly, if I may say so.
That inner judge has something to teach you; listen.
I’ve spent years working on loving myself more. It sounds silly when I write it out.
Working on self-love sounds like a job — a hard job you don’t get paid for. A job that shouldn’t be a job and shouldn’t be hard. Self-love is something that should be natural. Shouldn’t it?
If this quote sounds morbid, then you haven’t met your soulmate yet:
“You are born alone and die alone.”
The word alone holds powerful energy. It’s gotten a negative rap. But for me, it’s undergoing a fortunate twist of fate. Maybe it is for the world at large too, one soulmate finder at a time.
We enter into the world a soul in a single body. Alone.
I want to document everything.
Each moment is worthy of a snapshot.
Each though encapsulates a world.
Each person speaks volumes
in the silent space
between their words.
of stories --
like ocean waves
within their eyes.
I want to document everything --
Soul Writer. Single Mama. Life ponderer. Nature Lover. Therapist. Introvert. HSP & Empath. Life is my playground and each day a blank canvas.