When the Words Find Us

I am more and more aware that "all" we have to do is ask.

Ask for a wake up call (my friend calls it "asking your angels"), ask to be left to sleep in a little more. Ask for clarity, ask for a prompt, ask for inspiration, ask for courage.

Ask. And them make room for the answer. And know that it's coming.

Today, these words, by Brené Brown.  For us.

''I think midlife is when the universe gently places her hands upon your shoulders, pulls you close, and whispers in your ear: 'I’m not screwing around. It’s time. All of this pretending and performing – these coping mechanisms that you’ve developed to protect yourself from feeling inadequate and getting hurt – has to go.'

Your armor is preventing you from growing into your gifts. I understand that you needed these protections when you were small. I understand that you believed your armor could help you secure all of the things you needed to feel worthy of love and belonging, but you’re still searching and you’re more lost than ever.

Time is growing short. There are unexplored adventures ahead of you. You can’t live the rest of your life worried about what other people think. You were born worthy of love and belonging. Courage and daring are coursing through you. You were made to live and love with your whole heart. It’s time to show up and be seen.''

May your day be real, may your day be yours, may your day be brave.

XOXOX