Hey boo.

I wonder who (inside you) is here right now? What colorful characters are making a play for your attention? Who needs acceptance and love? What parts are ready to be healed? Is there a judge or a standard keeper trying to shame you into submission? Maybe it’s the rebel saying screw this shit.

Stop. Take a deep breath. Observe.

We’re not going to Proceed yet.

Let’s hang out with these characters for a minute. When you close your eyes and check in…. what do you notice? Where do you feel it in your body? Does it have.a shape, a color, a temperature? Is it a character you recognize?

Perhaps it’s some form of collective conditioning, or maybe the voice of your high school typing teacher — saying you’ll never amount to much if you can’t even apply yourself to typing. That was one of mine today.

Now. Put your hand on your heart. Breathe. And check in with this part of you. What do they need? Is there anything they (this part) need to say?

Here’s what that young high school part of me needed to say to that typing teacher today: You don’t know me. You know nothing about what’s going to happen in my life. And it’s not ok to put your fears and failures on me.

Then these words popped into my head. It’s pretty brave to disrupt systems by refusing to participate in them. Even high school typing classes. Even if you didn’t know that’s what you were doing then.

And finally — Thank you for these healing, growth opportunities. I freaking love you.

From me. To me.

It’s your turn boo.

I love you. You’ve got this.

Proceed.

Xo