It’s been 2.5 years since I last sat down and gave attention to this blog. Since I gave attention to the writing I love so dearly and the tool in which I most effectively process life’s shifting landscape. The tool that allows me to bring connection to my circles.
In these 2.5 years, I have been wrestling with purpose, passion, values, self-worth, belief, and a loud inner critic that has invited me to play small. I bought in to the lies of that critic. The lies that it doesn’t matter if I write my stories. It doesn’t matter if I share those stories. It doesn’t matter if I stop bringing you in to my world. It doesn’t matter if I live in alignment with my integrity and values system. It doesn’t matter if I shave off a little edge of my authenticity to help people digest my life’s journey. I bought in to the lie that in order to stay safe, to survive, I had to shed a part of me that others may not appreciate. I chose silence. I chose complacency. I chose to don the masks.
At the beginning of 2017 (my 40th birthday), I began to tame that nasty inner critic. I got clear on my values. I stepped back in to alignment. I started creating visions of all that I wanted to manifest and I threw caution to the wind taking a trust fall straight in to the arms of the loving Universe. I had Absolute clarity that it was time to quit playing small and it was time to step in to my power.
So it turns out that it DOES matter if I share my stories. It matters to me. And when I flow from that place of alignment, that place of listening, my stories stir something in others because we are all connected. We are all taking this life journey together. My story is your story or the story of someone you know. I hope my sharings will inspire, push boundaries, cause you to listen to your universal nudges, step in to alignment with yourself and your values, take risks, spark imagination, and if nothing else, help you to connect to the world around you. Sitting here, at my desk in the Costa Rican Rainforest (more on that to come!), letting the words spill out of me, I have this elation. I’m semi-giddy with excitement. I’m hopeful the story munchkins will forgive my 2.5 year denial of their existence and visit me often going forward. I’m fully committed to honoring the words whispered to me in the night, and on my runs, and any time they smack me upside the head singing in their munchkin voices, “This world you are experiencing is just SO magnificent. Share the wonderment! Follow the yellow brick road.”
This blog will continue to cover a vast array of topics that will include family adventures, travel, living in Costa Rica, nature-inspired learnings, and general sharings of something that lights me up or makes me go hmmmm. I will continue to spill the thoughts of living a freethinking, open-spirited family life. I will have a secondary wordpress blog at SoGoodSoPure (coming very soon!) that will cover topics related to my Coaching Business. There you will find topics geared toward women who are wanting to shed shame, learn vulnerability, find their authentic voice, step in to their unique power, and begin sharing their gifts with the world. Both blogs will continue to be intimate and sometimes raw in their content. Not all stories are happy stories but that does not lessen their need to be shared. Life is messy and in the messy is where we feel most alone. Sharing our stories can be the catalyst of connection and ease our loneliness. This is what I seek to do. I fully believe that a life unmasked, a life untidy, is a life worth living. And the more we show up authentically in this big big world the more the world will heal.
That said, it weighed heavily on me as to whether or not I should go through and delete the old posts in this blog as some are controversial, some are angry, and some are misplaced, and some I no longer identify with. I concluded that those blogs are the bricks that paved my yellow brick road. The stories, releases, perspectives, and feelings were necessary and are NOT meant to be erased in order to appease an audience of readers. If you aren’t a fan of the journey I traveled to be where I am today, no problem. Maybe instead, appreciate that the journey brought you the content you are reading today. These new sharings of my life experiences/observances are the next yellow bricks in what is certain to be a lifetime of brick laying because I’m not certain one ever reaches OZ.
Journey On, Readers. Journey On.