As women, I don’t think we’re trusting ourselves, our choices, our intuition enough. We’re definitely not celebrating our choices (and ourselves) enough. And we’re for sure not giving ourselves enough spaciousness and time to grieve all that there is to grieve. I am deep in these learnings at the moment.
Everything shapes us. It all matters. The wholeness of our stories – from our first breath (and I’d argue, much before) to this moment right now and all the layered everyday nuances in between – matter.
I want to live in a world where we can simply live the unfolding of our stories. Through choices. Through mistakes. Through tiny and massive victories. Through grief. Through the experience of loving ourselves and others. Through the edges of our learnings, the widening of our hearts, the deepening of our understandings. I want more compassion, less judgement. I want more tenderness, less rigidity.
It’s already hard enough to be a human, right?
To all of you out there….I am sending you eons of permissions to trust your choices. To celebrate your tiniest of steps. To let go of what no longer serves.
You are held and seen with unbelievable tenderness. Your story matters. Our stories matter. And you are exquisitely beautiful.
