When I get stuck, I mean really stuck, it is always because I am asking the wrong question with the wrong body part. I get caught up in the HOW and asking my brain (via my ego) what I am supposed to do next. It never turns out well.
What I recognize about myself in these situations is this… The more complex my solution, the more in denial I am about the results I truly want. My desires are not hard to reach. My purpose is not an impossible ask. My dreams are not dependent upon a wild scheme that involves anyone but me.
One of the greatest responsibilities we have as entrepreneurs with a message is to create a safe place for people to confront their own privileges, to face their own limitations, to go head-to-head with their own demons, and to offer them the room to challenge their own assumptions so they can begin to question what they believe is their own truth.
We are not defined by our worst moments. We are not defined by what has happened to us. We are not defined by our reactions. We are not defined by our silence. And we don't owe anyone our stories.
We talk a lot about what being a badass Goddess looks like. It always has something to do with yoga poses, flowers in the hair, beautiful beach sunsets, and chocolate. Add in oracle cards, essential oils, and candles, and call it a retreat and women will pay thousands of dollars to have that experience. And I guess that is part of it. But what I see as being a Goddess is the part where we fiercely take a stand for women and children all around this world.
What you have to say is what the world needs to hear - right now. Things will never get better if the ugly truth stays in the shadows. No amount of spiritual bypassing will ever make our shameful past go away. You can't "love and light" this shit out of existence nor can you LOA it out of the DNA of our sister of color.
I’ve never been a rebel. Well, except that one year in college when I worked at the school radio station and spent weekends dressed like a confused goth/grunge rocker - Doc Martens, black eyeliner, big hair, bleached jeans, the works.
But mostly, I’ve spent my life not rocking the boat. Not drawing attention to myself. Staying in the background.
There is a siren, fire starter, eternal flame, wild woman buried within. I've seen only glimpses of her over the past 40 years.
She is fierce, bold, unrelenting, unpredictable.
But have no worries. You are safe from her defiance. She is locked up nice and tight. No way she will ever be able to break free of the chains keeping her hidden from the world.
Until she finds the courage to speak out. To be heard. To face the fear of being seen for who she truly is. Who she always was. Who she shall always be.
Are you afraid of your own voice?
Are you ignoring your power, your gift, your capabilities, your responsibilities?
Are you sitting on the sidelines wondering why you aren’t protesting, leading, sharing, being a changemaker?
Are you not speaking out and encouraging others to do the same?
Are you hiding?
