I just need to check in.
The storm has settled. And the layers are being stripped back. Sensitive to everything, but not broken by it. Being vulnerable and bare and open. Open to receive… open to be torn open… open to share.
This rawness has never been so tolerable. I’m held, protected, powerful. But raw. Stripping back what no longer serves me. Making space for the blessings I am worth of receiving.
No matter how many times I complete this process, it’s scary as hell, and painful. Saying farewell to all the tricks and lies that were “keeping me safe”, to welcome more power than I thought I possessed.
In the freefall before the universe catches you, after you’ve taken that leap out of your psychological prison of victimhood… When you ARE a victim, it’s so hard not to PLAY the victim. When you lose control of your life, it’s hard to take it back. Tumbling, I’ll keep making decisions that feel inertial, that keep me falling, that strip away layer after layer.
Because I love it. Because I yearn for growth, and because I have to. Because my babe and my love are deserving of the greatest version of me.
Stay tuned for chez v6.8