Who am I?

Often I've been told, as a business owner, that I need to create content for my audience. In newsletters, Social Media posts, etc. Share things to help others on their path. Share my gifts, simple steps and encouragement. Not too much. Keep it concise. I can share from my lived experience, but only after it's been processed.

Only when it's neat and tidy.
Digestible. 

Each time someone shared this... mentors, friends, colleagues, other content creators... I'd cringe. My whole body contract in rejection of this notion. 

I used to think perhaps it's because I hadn't "grown up" enough yet. Maybe I'm too self involved. Maybe it's because I want to buck the system, but I'm actually shooting myself in the foot. 

But I'm realizing... this IS my medicine.
This IS my gift being shared.
My vulnerability. 
My lived experience... in the moment. 
My messy humanness.

I also realized.. this isn't about you, the reader.

My writing.
My sharing.
It IS about me.

About my healing.
About seeing myself.
Knowing myself.
Witnessing myself.
My instagram posts are my sacred mirror.
From me to me.
This is a love letter for me.  

When I write something I will gaze at my own picture. 
Read my own words over and over. 
Early on I'd do this to catch "mistakes" or edits. 
But I'm realizing I'm doing that less and less..
Instead I'm reading and rereading, reveling in my own brilliance.

My story.
My life.
My healing journey. 

I see my beauty.
I see my tender heart.
I see my courage.
I see my curiosity.
I see my questions.
I see my quirks.
I see my pain.
I see my challenges.
I see my heart break.
I see my growth.
I see my expansion.
I see my humor.
I see my humanness.

This love letter from me to me.. what a gift.

And I thank you, dear reader, for witnessing my journey. It matters. You matter here. Within this web of connection. My prayer is that there IS something here for you too.
A whisper.
A reminder.
A shaking of your soul. 

Here.
Here you are too.

Look within your own sacred mirror. 
Remember who you are. 
What you desire.
What you long for.
What you lost.
What you grieve.
What moves you.
What ignites you. 

My prayer is that we each find our way back home. 
One step at a time. 
Remembering our inherent brilliance. Our wholeness.
Just as we are. 
Nothing more. 
Nothing less. 

Our purpose to simply, yet profoundly BE ourselves....moment to moment. 
Creating and destroying.
Inhaling and exhaling.
Truths and lies.
Living and dying.
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Cycles ever turning within seconds, minutes, life times. 

Who else is here? 
What part of me wants to be seen right now?
What does it mean to live the FULL Spectrum of my existence? 

Neither one or the other... instead all of the beautiful, intricate nuances in the spaces between here and there. 

 What a gift... to just BE me.