It's not just in love for me; it's work, the hustle, trying to fit in (and stand out), being "loved" as the leader ...of EVERYTHING! I’ve played all three. Not out of deception, but survival. Returning to a place I once led has cracked me open. I’m learning that authenticity costs comfort, in exchange for my soul. Thank you for this timely invitation to stop performing and start belonging to myself (I say that, but is my default setting listening). I'm going to be honest, it is hard and I am tired, and I know I will come out on the other side, but how much more.... xxx
Reading this again, I realise how quickly I let the negative define me. In the same week I felt rejected (yes, in the same week someone told me they no longer wish to work with me, and I was so brutally honest with someone she was drawn to tears). Yes, the same week, I was remembered, valued, and seen in ways that were undeniably real. Why is it that one painful interaction weighs more than two acts of recognition?
Why does my system still treat love like a fluke and rejection like a fact? (Breakthrough)
I’m sitting with that. I know. I’m not just the version of me who got ‘it wrong.’ I’m also the woman people remember four years later for how she made them feel, lead, grow. And that matters. It has to. In the pause...
Backward is the way forward
It's not just in love for me; it's work, the hustle, trying to fit in (and stand out), being "loved" as the leader ...of EVERYTHING! I’ve played all three. Not out of deception, but survival. Returning to a place I once led has cracked me open. I’m learning that authenticity costs comfort, in exchange for my soul. Thank you for this timely invitation to stop performing and start belonging to myself (I say that, but is my default setting listening). I'm going to be honest, it is hard and I am tired, and I know I will come out on the other side, but how much more.... xxx
These personas are universal and show up in all areas of life. Thank you for your raw honesty.
Reading this again, I realise how quickly I let the negative define me. In the same week I felt rejected (yes, in the same week someone told me they no longer wish to work with me, and I was so brutally honest with someone she was drawn to tears). Yes, the same week, I was remembered, valued, and seen in ways that were undeniably real. Why is it that one painful interaction weighs more than two acts of recognition?
Why does my system still treat love like a fluke and rejection like a fact? (Breakthrough)
I’m sitting with that. I know. I’m not just the version of me who got ‘it wrong.’ I’m also the woman people remember four years later for how she made them feel, lead, grow. And that matters. It has to. In the pause...
Pause. Hold. Allow. 🙏🏽☺️