I have been struggling. Not with writing my book, or creating my online course, or staying home this summer when I had a glorious 3-month adventure around the country last summer…I have been struggling what I make of it all. As soon as I decide to take action and move forward on a project I care about, my internal disciplinarian emerges. She is like a teacher, wearing a buttoned-up black suit, tight bun, and walking around smacking a ruler into her hand, ready to strike if I let up, breathe, or dare to stop. Although many years have passed, I still feel like that nervous school girl in 7th grade at the private, all-girl school in which she had to make the honor roll or else. Yes, I want to get things done. I want to have my voice heard and become visible…but not like this. Let me go back to that sweet girl and get her. My bright, hard working, perfectionistic self. Let me lovingly take her hand and lead her out of her self imposed prison into the clean, fresh air and streaming sunshine. Let me show her the flowers, the trees shimmering with light in the gentle breeze, and let her hear the birds singing. There is a better way to do this. I want to quietly slip out of the suffocating, cellophane wrapping of others expectations that I agreed to wear on “their” behalf, because I thought they knew and I didn’t. I want to walk freely, easily, and deliciously into a new beginning. My own, personal dance with the Divine. My hand in Yours, God. Beauty surrounding us. Stepping out into the open air. I would love to dance, play, discover, explore, and create with You. A long, luxurious, refreshing breath, and begin. ❤️