You can’t tell me anything that will make me believe in you less.
I will not coddle you and let you hold on to the stories and lies that keep you from recognizing who you really are.
Let me tell you why.
I know alcoholism, I know abuse, I know pain and fear at the hands of people I trusted. I know being told over and over how wrong I am. I know living up to that very low expectation. I know paying the price for my foolishness as well as the foolishness of others.
I know continuing the abuse on myself. I know the desire to be numb, to just forget what it feels like to be me. I know denying what I know to be true. I know turning my back on myself – over and over. I know living out the same stories, repeatedly – different actors, different plots, same essential story line of pain.
I know the desperate search for something – anything – to fix, to soothe, to mend.
I know feeling broken. Deep down.
And I know for damn sure that broken mends strong. Real strong.
I know the strength it takes to be who you are meant to be. To face your demons head on with a courageous heart. Oh god I know the strength it takes to slog through so much old emotional crap, to transmute the old into something new. I know what it’s like to doggedly move toward an elusive dream when the odds are not in your favor.
I know the desire to feel healed and whole.
I know the striving to finally be good enough, to be better than I thought I could be.
I also know the moment of grace that arrives unexpectedly. The heart breaking open. The sudden flash of insight into why the same thing happens again and again. I know the gift of seeing the moment by moment choices that ripple out into the future of our lives, shaping everything that is to come. I know how everything can change in the blink of an eye.
I know the unexpected relief and humility of recognizing myself as whole.
You see, I was never broken. Neither are you.
Eleven years past the last drink, I know today I was always whole. I had simply forgotten my own worth, my own power, my own courageous heart. It was hidden from my view and I was trapped in a prison of my own making. I had the power to free myself the whole time.
You do too.
We are given infinite chances to be who we are meant to be.
When you feel most fragile and most broken – maybe all your crap is coming up again as you build your business, maybe your kids are showing you all sorts of ways that you still have work to do… whatever that looks like, I see you and believe in you and the gifts that only you can bring to the world. I see your pain and your struggle and I also see that you are whole, right now. You have everything you need in this very moment to be the person you are meant to be.
always easy. It’s just not.
It can be downright hard work. But it’s oh so worth it.
Forget fake. Forget perfection. Forget the stories of fraud.
Claim your power and your wholeness. Own your incredible worth. Build a wildly successful business on the foundation of your hard-earned freedom. You have so much to share.
I see your wholeness.
My deepest wish is for you to see it too.
Namasté, business yogini!