The Power of Right Now

I've been embracing a mental shift lately and I have to tell you, it's really changing the way I do things. I've been thinking about power. The power to change. The power to improve. The power to achieve. The power to continue. There is an inherent strength in the word power, but how do you access it?

Many women I know seem to operate under this assumption that power is something that they have to get or build up like a muscle. Like it's something that is housed "somewhere else" and that it requires a lot of effort to go and get it. 

But here's what I've learned. Everyone has power. It's inside them. It always has been. It's not about finding it or building it, it's about accessing it. 

And the only time you can access it is right now. This very moment. Whatever moment it is for you, you can only access power now. I mean, think about it. Can you access power tomorrow? Possibly. But you won't know until tomorrow becomes right now. I know, it's kind of messing with my head, too. 

So, like I said, this has been on my mind lately and it's changing things for me little by little. I don't need to wait until I feel strong, or confident, or ready. I can do it now. Whatever the "it" is, I can. That's a lot of freedom. And a whole lot of permission that you can receive if you want it. 

You want to run a marathon? You can start right now. You want to write a novel? You can start right now. You want to launch your own business? You can start right now. You want to fall in love again and have your heart healed? You can start right now.

That's crazy right? Whatever starting looks like for you is perfectly fine. Maybe it's brainstorming a lead character in a screenplay you've always wanted to write. Maybe it's searching online for houses in that perfect neighborhood you want to live in. Maybe it's dusting off your running shoes and putting them by the door instead of hiding them under your bed. Whatever it is, do it. Because all you have is right now. You can't do it yesterday and tomorrow is always a day away. But you have right now. 

That's a whole lot of power. 

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Trying It On For Size

Every week my youngest has preschool. It's only for a couple of hours and occurs three days a week. Every time I pick her up from school, you would think that she had been a tour around the world that latest months because of how much she tells me about her day. I hear about the "job" that she had that day (and apparently "line leader" is the most coveted responsibility whereas "napkin passer" isn't as glamorous), the friends that she played with, the letter she learned, the stories her teacher told and the craft she experimented with. For less than three hours, she sure does a lot.

Anyway, these little chats that we have are more than just post-preschool babble with a five year old. They offer me a glimpse into what she find important and interesting. They tell me what gets her blood pumping and that she loves to learn new things. They show me her inner world at a level that I wouldn't get otherwise. Because I'm listening.

Last week, she said something really interesting. I picked her up on Wednesday and on the way home she announced, "I think I'm going to be a little shy on Friday."

This really threw me because Emma is not a shy child. She introduces herself to new children and offers to be their friend right away. As we drive to the library she wonders out loud what new friends she will make when we get there. That's just the way she is. I wonder if I was that way and I became an introvert over time, but I don't remember those days and I'll have to let my mom fill in that blank.

Anyway, her announcement was unusual. I try to be very careful about how I position and phrase things as I've gotten burned by my kids not understanding sarcasm or rhetorical questions. So I paused for a second and then said, "Well, there's nothing wrong with being shy. But I wonder why you think you're going to be shy because you're usually not."

She sat in her car seat thoughtfully and replied, "I just think I'm going to be nervous."

The rest of the drive home was pretty uneventful, all four and a half minutes of it but my brain stayed stuck on this idea that she had posed to me. This idea that a personality is something you can try out for a day or two or that a certain situation requires a different state of being than one would normally find themselves in.

Obviously we all do that. I act one way with my best friend and another with my neighbor that I'm still getting to know. I act one way in casual social settings and another in professional environments. Most of us have this chameleon ability, to blend in and out of certain circles and relationships, to change ourselves even temporarily to "behave" when the stakes are high and "cut loose" when we can just be ourselves.

But this, of course, got me thinking even further. Who am I really? Which of these variations of "me" is truly ME? I began to run my mind in circles to identify what attributes truly defined me and which ones were something that I would just put on and take off as the situation demanded it.

I came up with an answer that works for me at the moment: the real me is the one that exhausts me the least.

Keeping up a facade is exhausting. Juggling the appearance balls is ridiculously overwhelming and can wear me down faster than any exercise I've ever tried in my life. But just being me? That's almost effortless. I don't have to watch what I say, walk on egg shells, or second guess every decision because what I'm doing feels right and goes fairly smoothly. The older I get and the more I pay attention to these things the easier it is for me to identify when I'm being authentic. I am more introverted than extroverted so any kind of interaction with people can wear me out, but it's not as bad when I'm just being myself.

As I write this, I'm now thinking that maybe this has been why I've been so tired lately. We got a new puppy, so yes, that's probably also contributing to the issue, but it still feels more tiring than usual. Am I really being myself? Am I really being authentic? If not, what areas of my life can I infuse with more "me" to bring myself back to center? Definitely something to think about.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, my youngest did not act shy last Friday at school. She actually forgot her plan and was just herself that day. And she had a very good day.

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Is It Just Me? Or Is Everyone a Bit Tense These Days?

Unless you've been living under a rock lately, you may have picked up on this crazy tension that is going around. A lot of it, no doubt, is tied to the election and the oh-my-God-now-what's-going-to-happen-I-have-no-idea-oh-my-God feeling that came immediately on its heels. But I'm wondering if there's more to it. Maybe it's just me, but I feel like January is generally a pretty tense time in general. Yes, there are the goals and the planning sessions and the big dreams and that's all great. But don't we put an awful lot of pressure on ourselves to make those things happen? I mean, less than two weeks in and I have a feeling that many of you are already thinking, "I suck. I can't even keep my focus for two weeks. 2017 is gonna suck." And if that's you... well, stop it. You don't suck. Cut yourself some slack and just go with it. It's January 11th for crying out loud.




It's gonna be ok, guys.

But January in general seems to come at a heavy price to those of us who use the turn of the calendar as a reset button. With the crazy highs of "Look at everything I'm going to do this year" and "Watch out 2017... you belong to ME" there are some serious lows. I have no doubt that Seasonal Affective Disorder is a real thing and I'm sure it's contributing a bit, but it just seems to me that most people I've talked to are already overwhelmed and we're not even a full two weeks in.

What gives? Why are we making ourselves crazy? Is it worth it?

Here's a thought: let's not focus on what might be. Let's focus on what is. I'm writing to myself as much as I am writing to you but goodness knows I've been struggling with that feeling of "Wow this experience is NEVER going to end." But right now, in this moment, I'm good. My daughter is happily playing, my puppy is sleeping at my feet, my older children are expanding their horizons in good ways and Brian will be on his way home soon so that we can cuddle on the couch. Right now, I'm writing to you and the heat works and the electricity is running and my stomach is starting to rumble but you know what? I have food in the kitchen. Score!

I've never been a big fan of talking about gratitude. I was taught by others that gratitude is something you show, not something you discuss. But maybe we all just need a little more gratitude in our lives. Just a little. Just a quick thank you to whatever you choose to thank for the goodness in your life. For the fact that you're breathing. For the fact that you can read. For the shoes on your feet.

Maybe I'm being simplistic, but the worldly crush of cynicism is getting to me and I don't like that feeling. Not at all. I'm going to watch funny movies with my kids and read light hearted books and jot down a few things that I'm grateful for whenever I think of it. Because you know what? Life is good. It really is. Things aren't perfect. I've got some real shit happening these days, but don't we all? And through it all, life is good.

So, on that note, know that I'm grateful for you. I can't tell you how much it means to me that you would even take the time out of your crazy busy day to read these words. But know that I'm grateful and I'm pulling for you, as always.

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The Blank Slate Syndrome

It is no secret to anyone who knows me that I am a big fan of the New Year. The planning, the goal setting, the dreaming, the journaling... I get giddy just thinking about it.

But quickly on the heels of all that mind mapping and list making and goal stretching comes another feeling that I know all too well in the month of January - complete and utter overwhelm.

How am I going to get all of this done?

I didn't do even half of this stuff last year - what makes me think that this year is going to be any different?

This is totally realistic - as long as I do not sleep for the next six months.

Can I get an Amen?

The past couple years have been better because I'm approaching goals and 2017 dreams in a different manner. Instead of saying "this is what I want to do this year", I'm saying "This is how I want to feel this year." I'm choosing four core emotions that I want to be BFFs with this year and then asking "What can I do that will help me FEEL this way?"

This approach is courtesy of the Desire Map by Danielle LaPorte and has been revolutionary to my every day life not to mention my goals and approach to where I want to be. Instead of saying "I will write that novel in 2017", I'm saying "I want to be playful this year. What can I do today to experience a feeling of playfulness? Will this add to that experience or detract from it?"

So, here's some notes from my own reflection on what I want out of 2017.

Principle: Playful

  • Laugh more, worry less
  • Be in the moment
  • Seek out adventure
  • Learn new things
  • Get outside and move
  • Play games
  • Don't take life so seriously
  • Find the fun
  • Connect with friends

Principle: Assured

  • Be physically comfortable
  • Do your homework
  • Let routines do the work
  • Ask for help
  • Communicate effectively
  • Focus on strengths
  • Ask the right questions
  • Be intentional

Principle: Structured

  • Schedule it, make it ingrained
  • Routines are rituals
  • Everything can use a system
  • Even when I don't feel like it
  • Be organized
  • When you're done, put it away

Principle: Energized

  • Nutrition in, energy out
  • More water, less sugar
  • Avoid the negatives, focus on the positives
  • Be intentional with the energy you have
  • The body craves exercise - show the body some love

The blank slate can be exciting - and overwhelming, depending on how you approach it. I'm a big believer in the principle that how you start something is indicative of how you'll finish something. I want the New Year to be inspiring, not daunting. It should be full of possibility, not problems. This method has been great for me to frame up the year with a positive and realistic mindset.

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The Art of Listening to Others

art of listening I have been, for most of my life, a stubborn person. It has only been recently (and by that I mean in the last 5-6 years) that I have really, truly learned to LISTEN to other people. To hear not only what they're saying, but to also hear what they mean, what they want and what they're afraid of. This has been a skill I've developing for over a decade when I discovered how poor of a listener I really was.

I had a friend tell me a while back that I had to start being silent more often. At first, I was offended. I had valuable input! I had life experience that I could share and help people! Why couldn't I contribute to the ongoing conversation?

My friend put it to me very simply by saying, "Because, Angela, you spend the first half of the conversation thinking about what you are going to say and the second half thinking about what you should have said. You aren't really listening."

My friend was right. I couldn't argue the point. I sucked at listening. And I'll be honest. Sometimes, in casual situations, I still do.

I met someone at a networking event recently who taught me a very helpful acronym:

WAIT = Why Am I Talking?

It's brilliant. And it reinforces what I've been trying to train myself to do for a long time now. To stop before I speak and consider whether or not what I am about to say will actually add to the conversation. I have been called "quiet" before. I've also been called "chatty". I guess it just depends on the mood I'm in and the company I'm with.

I have found myself lately striking up more conversations with people everywhere I go. I've been craving the connection and enjoying the experience. I am, for all intents and purposes, an introvert. I like my alone time, my down time, my reading and knitting time. My boyfriend and I can sit together on the couch and not say anything and it's great. We bask in the silence.

But I've been morphing into this social person lately. I've been attending networking events (those who know me will undoubtedly need to pick their jaws up off the floor at this point). When I meet new people, I ask them strings of questions so that I can hear about their lives, their experiences, their opinions. I've been reaching out to old friends that I haven't heard from in a while and then listening, really listening to what's happening in their lives. I'm posting less on Facebook, but reading more of the posts that others are publishing.

And I'm listening. And learning. And, honestly, I'm growing. It's an art, this whole listening business. And it is an art that requires practice to master.

For an introvert, all this connection and hustle and bustle can be exhausting. But it is so worth it. When was the last time you really listened to someone else? When was the last time you truly felt Heard?

Maybe You Didn't See What You Thought You Saw

didnt seeA couple of weeks ago, I was in a drive-thru line at a local fast food chain grabbing a quick snack as I bustled from one appointment to another. It was one of those days. I had been on the move since my feet hit the floor that day and I was just trying to finish up some commitments so I could head home and snuggle with my kiddos. My brain was flooded with to-do lists, a review of the day and looking ahead to what I needed to still get done that night. I had a pile of laundry with my name on it and a list of organizing projects that were begging to be tackled. I had activities that I needed to research for the kids as summer activities, blog posts to organize, and emails to return.

All this to say that I wasn't really paying attention to life around me.

I have this habit of running my hands through my hair when I'm thinking. There's generally tangles in it (one of the byproducts of having long hair and driving with the windows down whenever I can) and I tend to use my fingers to get rid of them whenever I'm sitting still. My hair also has this habit of falling out. Not in a concerning way, but more than most people from what I've observed. Some people "shed." I often feel like I'm marking my territory in my own kind of way.

Anyway, I'm sitting in the drive-thru, untangling my hair and my fingers are soon full of hair that was decided to emigrate from my head. I did what I always do... I shook the hair off my fingers out the window.

Now picture this. I'm at the food delivery window of a drive-thru and I'm shaking my hand off out my car window. At that moment, the drive-thru worker opens the window and hands me my drink with what is unmistakably a look of irritated disgust. I was, at first, taken aback. What on earth was wrong with this woman?

Then, it hit me. She saw me waving my hand out the window. She could easily have thought I was doing the international symbol for "hurry up" and was being an impatient customer. Maybe she thought I was doing some other obscene gesture. It was clear that she had taken whatever she thought she saw personally. Obviously, this wasn't my intention as the only thing I was doing was trying to do was to de-hair my fingers.

But that wasn't the point. The point was, she saw something and she made an interpretation of it and was offended by it because she truly believed that she had every right to be.

How often does this happen to us? How often do we see something, hear something, read something and take it out of context or completely misinterpret it and then lose something like trust, our peace of mind, our temper or something equally valuable?

The whole incident reminded me of those commercials that AmeriQuest put out several years ago that are the classic "This isn't what it looks like" scenarios of day-to-day life.

It made me stop and think how often this has happened to me over my lifetime.

The time I thought that the silence on the phone was anger because of something I had said when my boyfriend was actually just paying a toll while he was on the road and couldn't talk for a minute.

The time I asked a friend to babysit and she sounded so upset on the phone I thought I had overstepped some kind of boundary... turns out she was in a lot of pain that morning dealing with rheumatoid arthritis that she didn't really tell people about.

The time I thought those girls on the rowing team hated me only to find out over drinks one night that they were avoiding me because they thought I hated them.

It's a classic case of being a human being. We make mistakes. We jump to conclusions. We speak before we think.

Emotions are tricky little buggers, aren't they?

A prayer I have been saying lately (thanks to A Course in Miracles and Return to Love) is "God, I'm willing to see this differently." It's usually enough for me to consider another point of view and get out of my own head which can be a nasty place occasionally.

As for the woman in the drive-thru window, I made a comment about losing all my hair and trying to keep the strands out of the car and was extra sweet to her for the rest of our interaction. I told her I hoped she had a wonderful day and she smiled at me as I drove away.

Do Failed Transitions Actually Exist?

failed transitionsHave you ever had a transition that failed? A period in your life that you were convinced was going in one way but ended up going somewhere else and it was not at all what you wanted? We've all had times like that when something didn't work out, a project sputtered or a relationship ended. But does that mean that the transition failed?

I argue no.

Transitions are necessary, but their purpose is often misunderstood. People think that a transition is supposed to get us from here to there (wherever here and there might be). But transitions are all about an internal change, an adjustment of the heart, mind and soul so that regardless of where you end up you can handle what is happening around you with a clear head and with grace.

We think that if our goals don't work out like we expected them to, then the whole experiment was for nothing.

Sorry to pull out a cliché quote but Thomas Edison summed it up beautifully:

I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.

The first time I heard this was when I was in high school and a boyfriend and I had just broken up. I was upset about the whole situation and I was talking to my dad about it who patiently listened. When I was done with whatever teenage rant I had embarked on, he smiled and told me the quote from Edison then said, "See? You didn't fail at this. You just successfully found that he wasn't the right guy for you."

This time last year I thought I had a good grip on where I was going. I was going to get remarried, move to a new city and set up a life that was going to be incredible. Instead, that relationship ended and I had to move again in this new city where to be totally honest I don't feel like I belong and start again. With three kids in tow. I was in that critical phase of a transition where things are settling down and I was getting into a routine and finally, FINALLY, starting to feel like I was adjusting and BAM.

Time to transition again.

Does that make those months (years, really) a waste? Absolutely not. I learned so much about me, about love and life, family and courage, what I want and don't want. It was painful and it was bumpy but I've grown and matured and changed. I successfully found that the life I was working toward wasn't the ultimate life for me.

So, I'm on the hunt again. And things are good. So the transition itself didn't fail. The transition made me who I am today. Because of that transition I am braver today than I was. I'm taking chances with some major decisions in my life. Scared? You bet. But they don't call it courage if you're not afraid. It's courage when you're scared and you do it anyway.

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While Searching For A Short Cut to Happiness, I Found Something Better

happy shortcutThe pursuit of happiness sounds like a romantic idea doesn't it? Everyone just wants to be happy, content and fulfilled, right? Don't they?

In my experience, no they don't. If they truly did, they would do something about their circumstances and be happy. But here's what I find more often than not: They want happiness to happen to them, not be something they have to work for. As you can imagine, I've read a lot of personal development (aka "self-help") books over the years and there is a theme that has emerged that isn't really a secret, although many people don't fully embrace it. It's the concept that happiness is a choice.

Invariably whenever I bring this up, people love to argue with me.

  • "But what about depression? People don't choose to be depressed."
  • "I want to be happy but I'm miserable in my (job / home / marriage / body). If I choose to be happy doesn't that mean that I'm settling?"
  • "Whenever I make the choice to be happy, something terrible happens. It's like the universe doesn't want me to be happy."

I could keep going, but I think you get my point. And I'm not arguing that depression doesn't exist. Believe me, I know it's there. I live with it. But you can still get help. Medicine is a wonderful thing. But that's another topic for another time.

You see, there is a strong tendency to resist the urge to embrace the idea that we are in control of our happiness. Why? The reasons vary to be sure, but there are a lot of trends I see including resistance, fear, stubbornness and sometimes downright laziness. We don't want to do the work to be happy. It's easier just to blame someone or something else for our unhappiness.

In my reading and my hunt for keys to achieving happiness, I did learn one thing that really opened my eyes to my quest and what I was hunting for: Happiness is fleeting. It's temporary. It describes a small period of time that is gone (always) much too soon. "Being happy" is a now-thing. It's not a lifestyle or a way of life. It's an emotion that I'm feeling RIGHT NOW. I can't guarantee that I will feel this way tomorrow and it feels pretty elusive at the moment, but there you have it. I'm happy, so I've succeeded right?

Possibly. But I want something more. Don't you?

I'm a firm believer that you get out of life what you put in. If you treat people poorly don't be surprised when you don't have very many close friends to help you when the chips are down. If you're always too busy to help others, don't complain when there is no rescue aid society running to your side. What does this have to do with happiness?


If all I'm looking for is happiness, then I'm basically just looking for highs. I'm looking for the temporary highs that can get me through until my next high. That's what happiness is. It's an emotional high. We're not meant to live in the state constantly. If we were high all the time, we'd lose appreciation for it and search for the next thing up the ladder.

So what are we supposed to do?

How about this: How about we live with JOY.

Joy is so much better than happiness. Joy is both an action and a result. I can be joyous and feel joy. I can show joy to those around me and revel in the everyday moments and I can let that joy wash over me when I least expect it. I figured out a while ago that happiness doesn't last very long and that it has a shelf-life. It gets stale after a while. But when I live with joy, it can go on forever. The only limits I have are the ones I put on it.

Joy can be found in everything. In every conversation, every interaction, every smile. It can even be found in every chore and task. It is everywhere. And it's not hiding from you. You just need to decide to notice it.

Joy is available to everyone who wants it. It doesn't rely on circumstances to align or people to give you permission. It's here and it's ready for you.

And by the way, it's way better than happiness.

Are You The ONLY One That Can't Be Helped?

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Perhaps you're like me...

What does that statement do to you? What does it make you feel? Do you immediately think, "You're nothing like me"? Or do you really, truly, deep down hope that I'm about to say something that resonates with you down to your core? Because you're just so tired of being alone on this journey and you're desperate for a connection, for anything that tells you that it's ok and you're ok and everything is going to be ok?

Take a minute and think about that. Are you the type of person who immediately gravitates toward others and the feeling of community or do you keep others at an arm's length and soldier on as you always have in the past?

Quite often it comes down to a knee jerk reaction that most people have. Similar to fight or flight, people have a natural instinct to move towards or away from other people. There is the group that is more inclined to be a part of a community. They naturally seek out groups and community of like-minded individuals. They believe that in that crowd there is at least one person that they can connect with and possibly form a true friendship. These people have an innate talent for connecting with other people. What do they do that is different? They relate.

The other group shies away from anything social. They are able to go and participate, but they don't have a sixth sense about really engaging with other people. When push comes to shove, they can do it but it's not easy and it's certainly not natural. In a crowded room they can find several reasons why they should duck out the back door. And sharing their fears and deeper thoughts with people like this? It's just not going to happen. What do they do that is different from the connectors? They compare.

Several years ago, I was trying to find my footing in a new way of life. I am a member of the second group. Call me an introvert, call me socially anxious... whatever label works for you is fine for me. But the bottom line is I don't connect well with others. Deep down I want to, I really do. But the whole idea is just terribly intimidating and it takes a lot of work. As I was exploring this new "world" that I was being introduced to, I met a couple of women who had been where I had been and recognized an anxious soul and kindred spirit in me. Or they pitied me. Either way, they helped me meet other women, get situated and give me guidance on how to navigate things. They gave me a lot of advice, but one that stood out to me the most while meeting these women and coming to grips with my own concepts of relationships and friendships was this:

Relate. Don't Compare.

It's a beautiful, simple statement. Most profound thoughts are. Relate. Don't compare. Instead of spending your time hunting for all the differences, look for the things you have in common. Look for the ways in which our lives have intersected and how they will continue to do so.

The same can be true for the emotional healing process. Instead of hunting for all the reasons why something won't work for you and why you won't be healed even though others that have gone before you are experiencing great freedom, look for the similarities. When you catch yourself comparing your situation to others, take a second and find one thing, just ONE thing, that you have in common. It could be something as big as "we are suicide survivors" to something smaller like "we are both women." There are similarities there. Be committed to finding them.

And as you find the similarities you will abandon the "everyone except me" mindset. You will no longer assume that everyone can be helped except you. That everyone can move on except you. That everyone can be happy except you.

You can be. And you will be. All we're waiting is for you to open the door, walk in and introduce yourself.

Draw It To The Surface

draw it My dear friend,

There is a chance that you and I have known each other for a long time. There is also the chance that we are yet to meet. Perhaps these words will be the only interaction that you and I have. In any case, I know that you are flying through the internet faster than many thought possible and that your attention is one of the most elusive resources on the planet. So I will get to the point.

You are enough.

The pain you are feeling right now might be screaming at you for attention. It might be all-encompassing. It might be threatening to smother you. It might be the single most overwhelming thing you have ever felt. But it does not need to define you. It does not need to bring you to your knees and then keep you there. It is something that you can overcome. I promise.

This is not the end of the world. You can get up. You should get up. I know it seems impossible. I know it feels unattainable. But you can do it. How do I know? Because I am here to help you up. And there are others, so many others, that want to help you up. Reach out and take their hand. Stand with us. And move forward.

Moving forward is not easy but it's not meant to be contrary to what many believe. Resistance is a good thing. It means you're on the right track. And the incredible feeling of progress... it is a thing of beauty.

This heartbreak that is tearing through you is not your end. It is not your destruction. It is a setback, yes. Painful? Of course. Nothing in life that truly matters refuses to bring some level of pain with it. It is the nature of living to be tested and tried and challenged.

This grief that you cannot seem to shake and leave behind you is not your curse. There are so many beautiful things happening all around you that are calling to you to step out from behind the clouds and embrace the warmth of the sun.

This cycle of self-defeating behaviors stopped bringing you relief a long time ago. You no longer need to be its prisoner. You can experience freedom like never before. It is available to you. All you have to do is take it.

You may feel overburdened and forgotten, but I have not forgotten you my friend. I am still here. Take a few moments and close your eyes. Listen to the stillness of your spirit and hear a small voice inside of you that is crying out for change, for relief, for peace. It is deep within you, even if the pain is a roaring monster in your core. It is still there in spite of all the agony that feels like it has burned your insides and left you a shell of a person. It is there. It is love.

And it is fiercely loyal.

I have stood where you are. I have laid on that bed of nails. I have questioned everything I know and everything I hold dear. But I am still here. I fought for forward progress and I never did it alone. I did it with the help of those who came before me. And those that come after me. I learned something amazing: I am enough. And I will say it again: so are you.

You have everything you need inside of you. You just need to draw it to the surface.

Stay loved because you are. If you cannot care for yourself, let others care for you until you can. Keep listening for that voice inside you that demands the change, the beauty, the love. Embrace it and let it be your guide. It will not let you fall.

Thank you for being here and reading this. Thank you for helping me on my journey. I look forward to seeing yours.

With all my love,

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