Dear me,
You long for freedom, but you’ve yet to admit it’s from the chains and weights you’ve shackled to your own ankles and wrists.
Who is really bringing this heaviness to your soul?
Who is really asking you to carry this weight?
It couldn’t be them. What have they done, but show up authentically time after time?
Instead, consider it’s you.
Why are you searching for new in the old?
I’ll tell you why.
You’ve forgotten yourself in the navigations of this deal.
You’re not fulfilled because it’s simply not for you. Not anymore.
You continually lower your ceiling by staying put and living out your tired patterns on repeat.
You c a n stop now. Right now. It’s a matter of choice.
Because you’re busy criticizing the unwavering truth (as if somehow your repeated disapproval would call it to crumble inside itself) you’re missing your great invitation to find the key to your cuffs.
Look up. Look forward. Pay attention. Move.
Be grateful you get to.
Love,
Me
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