Here I am, breaking wide open, wondering what I'm missing, or if I'm not doing or being enough. Yet suddenly realizing maybe I'm supposed to break wide open. Break every wall down, shattering who I was and freeing myself. No boundaries. No walls. No self-containment. Free. Free to express myself authentically and not give a damn what others project onto me. To release all my stories, inhibitions, fears and insecurities; nurturing the child within and bringing me back to myself; to wholeness.
This year to self-empowerment, to self-love is harder than I thought. I intuitively know what I need, but for some reason I am unable to take action. I'm allowing myself to stay within this containment of 'not enough,' which keeps me small, unseen, and unheard. My awareness around this suppressed self is becoming more and more seen, coming out of my shadows and saying that I am enough. I am seen. I am heard. I am loved. Realizing that I am afraid to be me, my soul calls out to me to step away from my traditions and to allow myself to rise from the hidden places in my soul; to embrace my own way of being in this world. That who I am is a beautiful, creative, sensual, loving, healing being, and the ways I connect with the Divine are good and wholesome. I am light and I am dark. Figuring out this unity of the two brings me face-to-face with all the parts of myself. The mundane and the extraordinary parts of my life are me, and finding ways to connect with the Divine within me while having these complete human experiences creates a deep inner peace.
I am enough. Even in the moments where my inner judge comes racing out to condemn me, I am enough. When my mind gets foggy and depression sets in, I am enough. As I rant and rave about injustices, I am enough. Joining my children in their crazy dancing, I am enough. When I laugh out loud, I am enough. I AM enough. And so are you.