I’ve never been one to have a story. For a long time I felt like a jumble of character traits, thrust into a body and sent to traverse the world.
From ordering food to ending a relationship, I flap, I fluster, I flurry.
Ten words changed this pattern of behaviour. Two sentences that keep me aligned with my truth and honouring the intentions I hold for myself.
Transition: The process or period of changing from one state or condition to another.
Spoiler: The struggle is never necessary.
And it made me think, what can I do to ground myself? What can I have in my back pocket when my brain gets fuzzy and my voice a little shaky?
'What did you come here to do today? Did you come here to be better? To push harder? To grow stronger? What did you come here to do?'
“Forgiveness is another name for freedom.”
“So I said yes. I said yes to living. I said yes to loving. I said yes to being myself. Illuminated and Unafraid.”
“A ship at harbour is safe, but that’s not what ships are built for.”