11/01/2023
What would it feel like to TRULY have your own f*cking back, no matter what?
If you pause, and think about kind words to friends, loved ones, co-workers. The energy spent holding space, listening, relating, empathizing.
& then you think about your own internal narrative.
How much of it is criticizing, shaming, judging, belittling?
Do you celebrate the wins?
Physically cheer or do a happy dance for the little one inside who is gaining self awareness and learning to break patterns?
Do you meet your tears and anger with compassion? With the same tenderness you would for a dear friend?
Recently, I was grappling with old abandonment wounds that were festering for attention.
I hopped on the carousel ๐ for another ride around the abandonment fun park, and halfway through I thought,
โhold up. what does my heart ACTUALLY need right now?
how can I show up and be present with everything that is bubbling to the surface?โ
I went into the discomfort. Into the pain.
& in that moment a new doorway opened, a threshold to step through.
I had my own f*cking back.
Filling the void of abandonment with the tenderness of presence & the soft radiance of love.
When we show up for ourselves in this way, it actually deepens our capacity to hold space for others. Instead of sputtering around trying to keep a thin grasp on a nervous system that is completely fried, we have the emotional and energetic potency to truly feel, process, and be present for all that arises within & around us.
What would it feel like to nurture and tend to your internal landscape today?
To lean into a space of discomfort, shame, fear, rage, hurt, self righteousness, doubt, sadness, heartbreakโฆ
and be like-
โhey honey, Iโve GOT youโ โค๏ธโ๐ฅ
