The fun thing about a partner in film is that he has a knack for capturing moments. Quiet ones, like this. The sun was setting and we were sitting on top of a hill watching it. I was actually crying tears in awe of a ‘life like this.’
And when he showed me the image, I felt something shift.
The responsibility I've felt for eons lifted.
The end of a rope I decided to snip.
A rope to hardship.
I snipped it.
In favor of peace. And forgiveness.
And being happy. And flaunting it.
Over the past few years I've released myself from what was never a fit to my spirit. Like making myself small to ensure someone else didn’t feel triggered. Or putting off my calling because others didn’t ‘get it’.
I faced it.
My default to overgive.
And from it, gave myself permission to lift.
And I saw weightlessness in that image.
A feeling that brought me back to my journal and words I scribbled in it:
"Free yourself so you can free someone else."
I wrote them in 2017 and at the time they didn’t make sense.
I actually thought it was the other way around and that those words were selfish. “Put myself first? How does that help the planet?”Read More