This is the message that needs to be delivered to you today…
You are perfect, whole and fucking complete right now. As is. Period. End of story.
You don’t need anyone to “complete” you.
Reaching a particular goal or achievement does not mean you have finally “arrived”.
You are fucking enough right now.
You do not need any additional certifications, degrees, education, learning, or experiences in order to be “ready” to live your life on purpose.
And part of living your life on purpose means showing up 100% exactly as the person you are meant to be.
And that’s the person who you ARE right now.
Deep down inside. No make-up or flashy wardrobe. No masks or costumes.
No CV listing out all of your awards and milestones. No diplomas, matted and framed and hung perfectly on the wall.
And (if you’re hanging out in my world and you’re even remotely intrigued by what you’re reading) YOU are someone who has a well of untapped creativity locked away, or more accurately, buried deep inside of you…yearning to be unleashed.
You have a little weirdo inside of you.
That’s part of you. Actually, that IS you.
And however masterful you’ve gotten at hiding that part of yourself away, there is no extinguishing of that fire. There is no deleting, no removal. No amputation you can do.
That creative fire inside of you is going to keep on burning, however faintly, until the end of time.
It’s who you are. You might have just merely forgotten. You have denied its existence so strongly and for so long that you can barely remember it.
But if you’re being honest with yourself right now because, after all…it’s just you and me here…
You can still feel it. The tiniest pulse. An occasional flutter.
A distant memory that beckons now and then. Wistful. Sad. Filled with regret. Hurt. Angry. Resentful. Childish. Better forgotten.
Is that really true for you RIGHT NOW?
Maybe it was true for you in the past. Maybe silencing that part of you felt deeply necessary. Maybe you needed to do it to ensure your very survival in this world.
No one likes to feel different, outcast, misunderstood. Weird.
Not when we’re very young, when all we have learned is that you must fit in in order to survive in this world.
But that was a different time and place. And you were a different you…young, or younger anyway. And you did what made the best sense to you at the time. Or what others told you was the “right” thing to do.
Maybe you remember the exact moment. The decision you made. The turning point in your life when you decided it was better to fit into the status quo. To pursue a more “responsible” or “respectable” and less risky path in life.
And that’s what you needed to do at that time. And that was perfect. (More on this another time.)
But what is true for you right here, right now, in this moment?
What is true for you as the woman you’ve become? As someone who HAS survived?
Do you still need to battle for survival?
Or is fear of your death and destruction merely an illusion? Of being outcast, rejected, or subjected to a life of explusion.
If you reignite the creative fire inside you, will that fire extinguish your very existence?
I don’t think so! In fact, I know it won’t.
And deep down, you know it won’t either.
You are a serious survivor. I know this about you.
You’ve worked fucking hard to get to where you are today. You’ve made a life out of responsibility and hard work and towing the line, and taking care of others and everything.
Letting out your creativity is not going to fucking do you in. It’s not going to kill you.
In fact, just the opposite…
Lighting up your creativity in some way, shape or form is what’s going to set you FREE.
So consider doing something today, big or small. Something to embrace and nurture that wild side even just a bit.
Dust off your journal. Open a new doc on your computer. Play a little. Lose yourself in that place between worlds.
And don’t be surprised or disappointed if if feels difficult or jerky or halting or like nothing’s there anymore.
Trust me. It’s there. It’s just been awhile.
It takes time. And understanding. And permission. And non-judgement.
But the place to be right now is deciding that this is OK. Who you are is OK.
Being weird is OK.
Decide that it’s OK and go from there. Recognize that it’s safe. You’re safe.
Small steps at first maybe. And no goals, agenda, deadlines, task lists or outcomes needed.
Ready, get set…BE you.
You don’t have to share it with anyone.
Just do you.
And remember, you’re such a weirdo.
And I love that about you!