Most people know anger as broken objects, screaming, saying things we don’t mean — unsafe.

But anger when focused healthily is powerful!

It’s what we see it as that matters most — anger is a door way to deeper pain, but leaving that pain unchecked, lashing out in anger in uncontrollable ways, or letting that pain fester — it can bleed into all other areas of our lives!

When we can let anger be a messenger, slow down, close our eyes, turn towards it and ask — “what are you trying to show me” — most of the time, anger will show us what hurts, how we’ve been mistreated, how something wasn’t okay, where we need to set boundaries and that we are done locking that pain inside of us anymore!!! 💜

Taking space from those we feel angry with can actually be really sacred too.

When we are learning how to use our anger as a tool, as a guide, as a door way — we don’t want to burn the other person while we are learning to weld it — learning deep down what we are feeling, what needs to be said, what boundaries need to be set and how we need to adjust going forward takes time, space and conscious energy. ❤️❤️‍🔥

It’s okay to take space and gift yourself that!

Many of us for years have shyed away from our pain, tried to sugar coat our anger with “love and light” or compassion — but at what cost?

Our authenticity?

Our ability to connect?

To be fully present?

To feel freer and less weighed down?

Shrinking, isolating, becoming small?

Is that really worth it?

I’d say NO! 💥 🤍

What if we could honour our anger?

What if we could get curious — talk it out, scream it out, feel it out and see when the dust settles what clarity is there, what actions we need to take?

What if we could finally speak up instead of being silenced or silencing ourselves?

We all deserve to be heard!

We all deserve to speak up!

And we definitely deserve to feel our anger and rage — and hear the message it has for us too!

It’s time for:

No more shrinking!

No more fearing our own anger!

Saying yes to curiosity!

Yes to walking through that door way!

Yes to space if we need it!

Because the only way we heal deeper is feeling it!

SO HECK YES TO HEALING!

And heck yes to SPEAKING UP! 🤍❤️

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For a large part of my life, my mother would say I had “a mouth and attitude” which honesty was the beginning before I would get angry and have an outburst – I didn’t have language for the way my boundaries were being crossed or my needs weren’t being me – I can see that now.

And sure, having a mother that could sit beside me and help me figure out my feelings, hold my while I feel them, help me move through it and learn to ask for what I needed or share when a boundary felt crossed would of be FANTASTIC! But here we are… in our thirties unlearning and relearning – that’s okay. But what isn’t okay… is that now that I have the language, now that I know how I am feeling and that I need support – it still isn’t there… but am I actually not asking for what I need? Am I just expecting that because I now know how I feel and what I need that she is magically going to know what to do on her end? How to hold me and help guide me through it?

In the spiritual community, a lot of people talk about how we need to be compassionate for older generations and I lathered that on like the maple syrup on my pancakes – buttt that kind of just sugar coated my truth – and the anger I was feeling down because of it.

I tried reaching out years before in an email. I thought, if I did it this way she wouldn’t interrupt me, shut me down, invalidate me… yade yada… but she was so caught up in her own mother wounds she put me on the shelf collecting dust and holding a small hope she would come back to address it. Turns out, slowing down, setting boundaries and taking care of myself more had me in a place to let those deeper wounds resurface again – and here we are. ⭐🤍

I am tired of making myself small and still not even being met there.

I am tired of having to figure this all out on my own without her.

I am tired of holding her to such high standards and watching it drop.

Some might say, just lower your standards, love yourself the way you need, and let her be her – easy right? Wrong. 

It’s like this anger wants to burn her old ways to the ground – but that’s not my job to do. And that my friends, is why I have chosen to take space from her – I don’t need to burn her in my own grieving process.

I think the hardest part so far has been the reply, the “I’m sorry you are mad at me” and not “I am so sorry that my inactions and belittling over the years has caused you this much pain, lets sit down and talk about it – let me hold you through, I am so sorry 😞”. Wishful thinking right? 🤍

I have been changing my writing styles as I go, and right now – as I am in the thick of it, that is when I am choosing to share from. It is more of a vulnerable place, tender, messy, incomplete. Usually we tend to process everything into neat little boxes and send them out – but I prefer the real time right now – at least for my own sanity. But sometimes it feels like I am writing into the void. Maybe a part of me needs that right now. 🖤🤍

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I decided to take a drive by it – this being a place where I finally reclaimed my power and said "Enough!" — when I was being treated like shit by the land owner of the farm I was living and working at at the time.

Here’s a picture of me then building a small fence around the garden beds! 👩🏻‍🌾🪏💚🤍

Back then, about a week or so later after I had that reclamation moment — I then screamed at the universe to “hit me with its best shot”. to I was tired of the patterns playing in my life and from there I met my now partner who was ready and had prepared himself to do the same! 🤍❤️

Fast forward maybe five years:

I started to feel the mother wound in me start to shake open — some women in my life at the time started to feel like my mother.

When I shared with the first one that I was feeling triggered and need to take the day, she immediately said she was done and blocked me on everything — just when you don’t source people all of you… the tend to leave and find other sources — but I was so done over-giving! 🤍💚

The next friend a couple years later, I knew it was my mother wound and I haven’t really dove into it yet and I told her what I was feeling and that I needed to take some space and she respected that. I reached out and said I hadn’t gotten to the bottom of it yet but I’d still love to connect and she then blocked me on everything and removed herself from my life… 🖤

It was so hard to have these people leave when I just was expressing in a gentle way that some wounds are surfacing but I don’t know what it is or when I did how to actually heal it… 💔 but clearly they weren’t meant to walk this path with me as I figured it out and healed from it! 🤍✨

I’ve had to cancel a lot of family events over the years – burnt out, sick, and just carrying WAY TOO MUCH ON MY OWN!!

I am realizing now that my family never learned how to hold space, listen, have empathy and care, or how to support me in the ways that I needed — they still don’t unfortunately… 💔🤍

Sadly,

They either criticized me, isolated me, shut me down, or invalidated me.

Now, as I am slowing down, learning about these wounds, programs, beliefs — understanding attachment styles, how our brains are wired and how all of these experiences affected my growth, development and social circles… I feel like I have loads of unprocessed, un-held, unloved parts of me, and it makes me so angry!

So angry that I didn’t have that support.

So angry that now I need to learn how to be a mother and father and reparent myself alone.

So angry that I was taught to isolate and be alone and not have others around me supporting me, caring about and loving me the ways I needed.

So angry for the ways that it affected my growth.

So angry that they don’t see it, take accountability for it and reignite it now.

So angry that I am still carrying it alone.

And lastly, so angry the bar is so low fucking low for them and that it STILL hits the fucking ground the majority of the time… 🫠

I understand that they didn't learn the tools, or have the capacity or the know-how, but I also know that compassion and understanding helps but it doesn’t mask out actually feelings — and I am still feeling super fucking pissed off!

Like LEARN.

I had to.

I chose to!

Why can’t you do the same?! 😠🤍❤️

But not everyone will choose that path.

Over the years, I stepped back from the role of the healer, the teacher, the space holder so that I could isolate like I was as a child but this time – I was going to learn how to meet myself there — learn my own needs, understand my feelings, learn how to listen and hold space for myself! 🤍❤️

It makes me angry sometimes that I have to be the one doing all of this inner work, but being this pivot in my family line is also an honour and a blessing to choose the path of healing and growth! 🤍💚

To be a cycle breaker isn't easy.

I am doing the hard work to make changes, and I don't want to repeat the pattern of just sweeping it all under the rug anymore.

I want to deal with what comes up when it comes up AND lift the rug and get cleanin!!! 😎🤍❤️✨

So, this weekend, I did something my mother thought she could never do;

I finally spoke up. 💥

After a traumatic episode with a client, I held myself and cried, regulated, reached out talked to a friend and my partner when he was home and even though it was hard — I was getting through it. But my mother reached out to see how my day was — I shared what happened and how hard it was (already having brought the heaviest parts to my safe people — I thought bringing the processed parts to her, even though it was heavy would be easier enough to support and care for me right? Lower the bar is the answer — right??) — WRONG — we should never lower our bar just to get scraps!!! And when she left me on read for four days and then messaged me like nothing happened it struck a cord in me — my mom was never going to show up in the way that I needed — no matter how low the bar was.

That weekend — the illusion died, and it felt like a part of me died with it… 💔🤍❤️🥹✨

I chose to speak my truth — I told her how hard that was to open up and be left on read for four days and met with excuses that she was busy.

She made, and I’ve given her — excuses my whole life.

And now, I’m done making excuses for her or accepting them too!

And I am so tired of carrying everything alone and hoping that one day she might show up.

Not having her here to help me carry it or process it — or even be taught how to, has been really hard. But I also recognize that her capacity is full, she doesn’t make it or loving me in the ways ther I need a priority — and I have no desire to keep hoping for love, care, support, or nurturance from a place that doesn't have it…

Sure, I don't want to carry this anger forever, but I know that it is also a guide showing me where I need to wake up, or set boundaries, or feel something that is needed to be said and pivot – but now, I also know that the old way is done. 🙅🏻‍♀️

So, finally, I let the illusion die — I hung onto it being different so deeply for so long — and it was slowly killing me. 💀

The difference now is how I carry myself in this.

My mind and my body are safer now, and I have more supports to witness me, hold me, and listen with care and love in their hearts. I reached out to my community to be supported and was loved back. 🥹❤️❤️‍🩹🤍✨

I realize too, that reaching out was never the mistake – I was never the problem — true support matters — but I was done reaching towards a mother that could never reach back…

So in these stages of grieve — I let go of the denial, I let go of the bargaining (no more lowering the bar), I let the anger show me the imbalances, what wasn’t fair and what hurt instead — let it show me where I need to speak up, what boundaries need to be set and let myself grieve and feel little low while that part of me, that part of our hope for connection — die.

And now, accepting the support that is here! ❤️🤍

The bar hit the ground this weekend, and I have no desire to put it back up.

Let it die.

Let it go

Maybe it will transform – who knows?

But right now, I am letting the dust settle.

I am letting all this clarity, grief, realizations, and support settle around me, in me, and beneath me so I can land and breathe and feel safe to just be.

The saying I doodled on many binders during my highschool years —

“JUST BE” 🤍💜

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What’s the relationship with your mother been like over the years? Everyone’s is different!

I would love to hear from you! ❤️🤍

Ashley. 🫶🏻✨

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There are 5 stages of grief:

• Denial

• Bargaining (or negotiation)

• Anger

• Depression / grief

• Acceptance

We think the path of grief is a straight line or a one time thing and then BOOM we are better. Buuuut healing doesn’t work like that — it is a spiral and the deeper we go the harder it may feel but the stronger we are — we don’t give up! 🤍❤️💪

Right now, I am transitioning more out of bargaining and into ANGER 😡 and reaching acceptance feels so rocky… 🔥 🔥 🔥

When you spend years shrinking, editing, and abandoning yourself to keep the peace — while getting nothing back in return — the moment you wake up to that pattern, the anger can be ferocious! Lol 😂

BUT IT’S SUPPOSE TO BE!!!

Our anger isn't a sign that we are failing at "healing smoothly."

That anger is our self-respect coming back online!!!

And for me, this past week, mine has been saying:

"How dare you make me carry all of this alone!”

It’s a hard reality when your family system can’t show up and support, care and love you in the ways that you needed / need them too! 🤍❤️

But we can’t compassion coat the truth, the reality, the deep grief that awaits us — stop denying it, stop bargaining or negotiating or making yourself small and palpable AND LET YOURSELF FEEL THAT ANGER! 🔥 Give yourself the biggest hug of love 🤍🤍, set boundaries, do what you got to do to protect you and allow yourself to shift and let in those that can carry you, witness you, BE with you — because you deserve it too! 🤍❤️🫶🏻🌟

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“Okay, now is a good time to go home”,

“Okay, it’s time to leave”,

“This week isn’t actually a good idea, it’s already really heavy”.

Except instead, my mind washed over them and it ultimately led to;

Burn out,

Burn out,

Sick in bed with a head cold and a fever… 🫠

Clearlyyyy my body is trying to purge this old frequency too! Lol. (thanks boddyyy)! 🤩

I have spent so long ignoring those signals to survive, and keep others happy, that my brain is just used to shouting right over them… 🎶 * * sound familiar to anyone else too? * * 

SO, how can we listen to that internal cue… catch it and hold it BEFORE the mind screams its stories over it and we go against it – or catch the stories in the act and go back? 🤔

Ohhh the repatterning of the old survival programming!

HERE WE GROOOW! 🤩

A little bit of a back story first here, I come from a long line of women surviving their way through life – constantly doing, pleasing, giving endlessly and I even watch my mother slowly shrivel up. 

I feel bad for her.

I feel a part of her loves it, but the drinking, smoking, faster aging, weight gain, can’t sit still without distractions – it looks absolutely exhausting and I completely understand the pattern, sadly!!

For years, I tried to be like her – always doing and going, even if it was doing things that weren’t the same.

I would get sick or depleted or feel defeated and try again.

Over time, I have started to see the pattern.

I didn’t understand because these people weren’t getting sick.. but then I could see the signs in different ways… rare diseases, their state of being, their lack of relationship with themselves and each other – the lack of love that lived there, and I didn’t want that for me.

So, I started to take a step back from all the roles I was playing slowly…

I started to learn about communication, repair and healthy conflict in relationships and built a truer relationship with my mother and grandmother – it may not be as deep as I would like but it's better than it was before, more authentic too. 🤍 ❤️

And then this last year;

I stepped out of my job,

My bus project,

My role in the community,

My role as a teacher and healer,

My role as an over-giver,

My role as a saviour.

I had to let go of some friendships,

Pull back my energy I was investing in other people.

It is kind of sad when you stop feeding a relationship and see you were the only one feeding it and when you stop the other person doesn’t reach back and then you see they never really did unless you did… okay… sad! But grieve it, learn from it, and move on! 😎

And then as most of you know, I broke my ankle – and that broke me open! 💥

I cried so much for weeks…

I started to learn what I need and how to ask for that,

Over time I learned how to give to myself again too.

I started to learn how to set boundaries and practice them,

I started to learn how to get comfortable with letting people down and/or disappointing them.

I started to feel less anxious and more secure.

I learned about my bleed cycles and tracked it / plan around it.

I started to create more space for being, more space in my schedule,

And cut back on the plans.

But even with all of this learning, practice, grieving, cleansing, and space being made for myself to come Alive – I was still over-riding my inner compass and it was still leading to burn out & illness – not as long or as intense but still enough to hold me back from the life I want to be living!

I find it fascinating that our inner compass will speak first but then after a few more seconds our mind will pipe in – BUT, if we strengthen that connection to our inner compass – to what we feel first and honour it before the mind comes in – WE BE WINNING YO!!! 😎😎😎

So that leads me to the HOW!

Hoooooow can I be doing this better!?

What I have been learning lately is…

THE BODY KNOWS THE WAY

We just need to learn to listen better and ask ourselves:

"What did my body do in the first three seconds?"

Did we tighten?

Feel heavy?

Get the feeling like it is a no?

Get the nudge it is time to go?

That now isn’t the time?

OR

Did we come alive?

Feel more expansive?

Feel spaciousness in our body?

Relax and take a deep exhale?

AGAIN,

"What did my body do in the first three seconds?"

And even if we catch ourselves in the mind / story, come back to that question ☝️.

So, I be over here researching… figuring out how to master myself better and sharing that path with all YOU.

No matter how much growth you have gone through, no matter how many layers you have gone through, sometimes the roots take more time to get to than we could initially think – THAT’S OK! 

We don't need perfection… just the ability to fail, learn and try again! 🤍

What do you think?! ❤️❤️

What has your journey been like honouring your inner compass?

Have you mastered it yet? Still practicing?

Would love to hear from you in the comments below!! 🤍 ❤️

And I remind myself with this last thought…

Most of what we want to achieve really just takes practice and consistency, but that takes work! 

It is like working out a muscle in our body - one workout ain't going to cut it, but done consistently over time BOOM BABY, muscle is lookin fiiiiiiine. 😎

With any new program…

Re-writing it is going to take work, inner strength and determination…

How beautiful is it that we get to choose a different way? 🤍

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Thanks for being here! 🤍🫶🏻✨

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If you had asked me a few years ago what my spiritual practice looked like, I would have given you a very specific list: breathwork sessions, drumming circles, plant medicine ceremonies, communicating with the spirit world, and chasing cosmic downloads…

My indoor altar reflected that — stacked with power symbols, crystals, and heavy tools meant to crack the shadows wide open! 💥

Back then, I thought spirituality had to be loud, dramatic, and wide open…

I didn't realize that staying in a constant state of spiritual high-alert was just another way of running. 🏃🏻‍♀️‍➡️

Then I prayed, and God stepped in and forced me to stop. ✋🏻

Lately, I’ve been sitting on my patio, looking at how much my life has changed.

I noticed that the grand indoor altar I once carefully tended has naturally transformed into something entirely different outside.. ⭐️

My new altar is a simple table surrounded by potted plants, woodland creatures, a birdbath that quenches the thirst of the local bees and birds, a dog dish left out for the neighborhood pups walking by and a hanging feeder where birds gather while I do yoga on the deck. 🙏🏻

My spirituality didn’t vanish.

It just matured.

It took root in the soil.

The Trap of the "Spiritual Warrior"

It is a strange, human paradox that we can survive years of deep suffering, do the agonizing work of repairing our wounds, arrive at a literal sanctuary of peace and then suddenly judge ourselves for it.

I caught myself feeling a whisper of guilt recently, wondering if where I am right now isn't "as spiritual" or "correct" because it looks so ordinary compared to the past.

We get so addicted to the adrenaline of the healing journey that when the storm finally ends, the quiet baseline of peace feels almost suspicious.

But I asked myself the ultimate question: Why did we do all that work in the first place?

Wasn't the entire point of the shadow work to clear the static so we could actually enjoy a quiet afternoon!?

Didn't we fight those battles precisely to earn the capacity for simplicity, ease, and love in the ordinary moments?

The Shift to Sacred Reciprocity

True expansion doesn't look like floating off into space or living in a permanent trance. It looks like boundaries. It looks like making your home, your partner, and your own body a priority (the things within and immediately around you). 🤍❤️💙✨

My old indoor altar was a place where I went to process the unseen. ⭐️

My new outdoor altar is a station of active, daily Ayni — sacred reciprocity — with the living world.

I am no longer just worshiping the divine; I am participating in it by taking care of my tiny patch of Earth. 🌎 🤍⭐️

Looking back at our past selves is necessary, but only to map how far we’ve come and to harvest the blessings from the hardest lessons. It is never meant to guilt us into traveling back in time to live in an old version of who we were.

If you are currently in a transition where your life feels quieter, simpler, or less "productive" than it used to be, let your nervous system catch up.

You don't need to dive back into the heavy dark water just to prove you know how to swim.

The darkness is behind us.

The wounds are mended.

Sometimes, the highest form of spiritual mastery is simply sitting in a patio chair, feeling loved, and watching the birds. 🦅 🤍💥 (or whatever that looks like for you)

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Thank you for being here with me!

With love,

Ashley. 🤍❤️

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We didn’t get a second coat of paint on the sheets that got put up for the roof so the underneath was going to be rolled later on.

Well, turned out the roof nails were too long and the boards now thick enough and the nails punctured the wood and “frayed” it and the nails stuck out… and the board edges were cut and not painted before it was put up… let’s just say a lot of touch’s up needed to be done! 🤍🫶🏻

So I took it upon myself to work down my rent amount owing this month by taking on this painting project… 😅

Blowing,

Washing,

Sanding,

Washing,

Supply runs,

Awkward positions,

Up and down ladders,

Neck & body in odd placements,

Lots of little movements,

Lots of repetitive movements.

Needless to say, two full days of this and my body is like girrrrrrrl OW! lol 😂 😂

But that’s not the body relating part… 🤍🤍🤍

Today, as I was nearing the end (of my patience and this project 😂), I was dooooone in many ways but if I pushed and made myself angry and possibly injure myself I coooould reach perfection — but I chose to let it go instead…

As I lay there on the ground, looking up at my work, sure…I noticed it looked better but at the same time… I could see all the imperfections. 🤍⭐️

It reminded me how I look at my body the same…

Sure, I feel better from how my life has changed inside and out… even though I haven’t rebuilt some key pillars I am taking steps to do so but in the process of so much change I have also gained quite a bit of weight, lumps and bumps and I’ve never been here before…

In a world that gleams on being extra skinny… being overweight is a head trip to say the least!

Why is it that the brain wants to see the “imperfections”, change, fix or erase…

So I decided to let go of perfection and reaching that with my work on the patio painting project and in the process… the same with my body.

No optimization,

No perfection.

Not because I am lazy, but because I’m tired of living in a standard that doesn’t fit this phage of my life — I love my body & I am proud of it! 🤍

I am proud of how far I have come!

Less anger,

More care.

Less perfection,

More wholesome living. ❤️❤️

And that’s exactly where I’d like to be! 🤍

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I never quite had the same dream for the future as many of those around me. I seemed to never fall into the line of: work hard, buy a house, have a family with kids, a husband, a pension, and holidays sprinkled in between. There is nothing wrong with that, but I never felt like I fit into the mold.

I dealt with years of feeling like I wasn’t good enough, like I should be doing that too. And sure, I "played house" a couple of times in past relationships, but that just felt like I was bending to expectation.

I still have a vision of eloping or having a small ceremony in the forest by a waterfall with close family and friends — celebrating love, commitment, and a shared journey. But think: bare feet in the forest, camping, and potluck-style meals. I might not want a house in the city, but I would love a shared acre with my own space, where a community works together sustainably.

But sometimes I sit here and ponder... maybe I kind of already have that, in a way? 🤔🤍

Recently, I have needed certain things for my house and yard, and I’ve found people in the community offering them up, and I have been doing the same.

We have a landlord who pays for changes that upgrade her space, but also ours while we are here. We have parents who are generous in their own ways.

We are learning to work together with those closest to us — especially lately, my partner and I. ❤️❤️✨

Sure, I might not have a full-time job or be a successful entrepreneur with the huge, flashy achievements we are told to chase. We don't even have our land visions fully realized yet. But in a way… we have our own levels of success building. And unexpectedly, community too. 🤍💟🫶🏻🙏🏻✨

So, can I live a full life – exactly where I am? 🤔

Can I still aim for that sacred ceremony, larger land space, and closer community? Of course. But can I also see those practices, commitments, connections, and land relations right here? Can I appreciate what I have? Can I honour this moment and the blessings here too? 😍✨

I have worked so hard to bring forth changes within and without. Tomorrow, as I get the last seeds I need from our community space in my hometown and plant them in our small backyard garden, can I sit back and take in all that brought me here? All that I have right now?

I have manifested a lot of great things. Sure, they have taken a lot of work, and they have challenged and expanded my edges along the way. But right now, things are settling into just the small maintenance tasks over the next couple of weeks while nature takes over.

Soon, we get to sit in all our hard work. I look forward to just sitting – letting myself reflect on how far we have come together as a couple, and how much I have grown as a person. The beauty of what we have created to make this space our home is so worth it. We get to relish in that soon, and I am oooh so excited! 😍✨

Thank you. 🙏🏻✨

YES YES YES! 🤍🤍🤍

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One where I am letting the perceived judgements of others not affect me as much.

Another is letting go of deeper perfection programs that are allowing me to accept imperfections.

Someone I know has risen their standards of men and chooses not to settle – totally valid. But sometimes certain things that are said feel like a jab at the man I have chosen, as if I am settling. And so I have given it some space to ponder if I am. 

I remember one of my ex partners' mothers coming for a healing session and she told me “no man is perfect Ashley”. I know she was defending her hurt son whom I left because I didn’t feel his love the way I needed but I also never learned to love myself – but that is a whole other topic for another day. Right now, that line she spoke is ringing with me.

What I have realized over the years is;

Nobody is perfect, nothing is perfect – not even technology!

Everything has flaws, weaknesses, and imperfections! 🤍⭐

The more I have gotten clear on what is truly important to me I realized that…

A man who is kind, gentle, loving, thoughtful, caring, a good space holder, accountable and responsible for who he is and how he shows up, who makes me laugh, who chooses to work as a team and grow together is far more important to me than any of his perceived flaws. So I am not going to sit here pointing them out, when instead I can enjoy the best parts and love him anyway. Don’t we all deserve that? I am definitely not perfect – even if my ego had me believe that in order to protect myself.. These last ten years have definitely been a wake up call. 😂 LOL.

I would rather be with a wholesome well rounded man that has imperfections than sit around waiting for perfection.

Being single and living your life has its perks and values, sure – there is nothing there I am knocking about. I enjoyed my time that way also, but choosing to be in a relationship is also a lot of conscious effort and work that not everyone wants to put in – but I believe the effort and work are worth the bounty!! 🤍❤️💚

The sex is better,

The connection is better,

The laughter is more abundant,

The safety is increased.

I will say it over and over again…

THE WORK IS WORTH IT! 🤍❤️

Being with someone who values that is huge!

It took a lot of effort and work to get here and still will each and every day.

But beyond the acceptance of imperfections also comes the acceptance that change doesn’t happen overnight and it takes consistent effort and noticing the small shifts are EVERYTHING!

Even in our home – all our renovations outside and inside – nothing is left clean, organized, finished or perfect 😂.

Another great lesson in learning to let go and let be. 🤍💙 lol.

Amongst all of this…

There is this feeling of peace that starts to set in when we allow ourselves to let go of perfection, perceived judgements and let ourselves relish in what is, and the beauty within it all! 🤍

This is where I’d rather be! 🤍❤️💙⭐

Here, amongst it all, enjoying each moment, letting go of control and just being – ENJOYING!

Cause God knows… the more I choose love, letting my walls down, being okay being wrong, surrendering, accepting, flowing and being – the happier I am and shall be!!! 🤍❤️

Letting the rest of those programs and lower frequencies fade away feels good! ⭐

I definitely won't miss it or them either… 🤍

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Thanks for being here! 😊

My style of writing has been changing lately – and definitely not consistent, but I love being here and sharing what is on my heart. Even though most of the time I am unable to get out the true essence of a situation or ponder on paper what it is I am feeling, I do my best to express it here!

May your day be filled with blessings, love, peace and ease – and may you be able to feel and see it too!

Thank you. ❤️🤍⭐

A moment with my laptop under my fingers & a tea nearby. ☕️

Sure, the kids will be here soon, and there is a a seemingly never ending being to-do list 😂, but this, this moment right here I get to take in and let my fingers, mind and energy flow onto the page again… ahhh pure bliss. 💭

Lately, my life has been really full – Spring has a way of inviting spring cleaning inside and out, adventures start calling, project lists begins and preparations for the garden and all that comes with it starts knocking – it can feel a litttttle overwhelming at first. That’s what these past 10 or so days have felt like. But we are home now, back from our house and pet sit and all the healing, growth and clarity that brought – and back from our banff trip that showed me how strong I am but also how my inner wounded rebel needs some tender love, care and attention too. 🤍⭐

I have always loved the rain… 🌧️

But where we live, I couldn't sit out in it unless I sat in my doorway…

So my partner had a vision and I sent it to my landlord and she approved!

So not only is she paying for it, we also get labour work towards our rent – and with taxes, extra expenses and a family wedding trip… God knows we needed it! 🙌🤍⭐

“EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS WORKING OUT FOR US.”

So many prayers answered in one – but it required long days and working together in ways we have been learning and now are getting to put it all into practice! I'd say we did a pretty good job!!! ❤️

Now, that doesn’t mean we are done – there are still touch ups to be had, plants to add, a garden to finish building, planting and staying consistent with and bills to sort out – but I believe in us! 🤍💛❤️🫶✨

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Did I burnout a little still? –YES! Lol 😂

But did I make healthier food options, stretch, have herbal healing teas and little to no caffeine, stop myself sooner, communicate better in many ways – ALSO YES!

And even with a list of so many things to do – I TOOK REST and booked half days with slow mornings and nourishment that has healed me deeper and replenish more and now I am sitting here in our dreams vision that has come to life and sure… nothing is really complete, there are still lists and tasks and things to get done but I can sit here… soak it all up and ENJOY THE MOMENT – not rushing to the next thing to fix some dopamine high or false safety in the go-go-go and wooosssaaa a little fuckin while 😂 LOL so you know what…

BOYA to progress and not perfection. 😎

And for now, you can find me here…

Chillin’ & taking it all in. ☕ 🌧️

See you soon, ✍️

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We have been staying here looking after the home and animals for the owners. 🐶

Three years ago, we broke up in this space – so much miscommunication, misunderstanding, wounding, toxicity, blindness and a lack of space to “lick our old wounds” from our past together.

We had taken space before, but it was never enough to actually break the unhealthy bond or do the individual work we both needed to do.

When we did finally separate, I moved out of this very space and had to start all over again.

We separated for a year and a half – but we’ve also been back together now for a year and a half also!

Being back in this space feels like another full circle moment! 🌀❤️🤍

Except this time, there is…

Better communication.

More curiosity to understand.

Deeper healing has happened.

Healthier ways have been established.

The rose coloured glasses were taken off.

And space, space to heal and mend, to sit with ourselves and digest first.

When we came back together… honestly… I had a bit of resistance, but I knew deep down that the work we had done had brought us back together, to take what we had learned, grown in and build the capacity for had been for this very moment in time. It was beautiful but also a time that required an extremely huge amount of space for healing and rupture repair – it was hard work, along with hard conversations, lots of feelings and lots of understanding of each other. 🤍💚

I am so immensely proud of us!!! ❤️🤍⭐

Not often do we get the chance to separate, heal deeper, center ourselves, take accountability and responsibility – unlearn and relearn new ways and then come back together to heal, build a stronger bond and continue to grow together – working as a strong unit, a stronger team and ultimately – a stronger partnership! ⭐

It makes me tear up just thinking about it all… 🥹🤍

What a blessing! 💚

A true gift. 💝

While being back here, we bravely took the opportunity to heal any lingering energies and have any conversations that needed to have to meet each other on equal ground – more rooted and stronger than we had been before.

In a few hours now, we will be cleaning and packing the rest of our things to leave here and settle back home in our place together. 👩‍❤️‍👨

When we spend the time to heal, reflect, have the hard conversations, learn new ways while undoing the old… It gives us so much more space in our lives to take in the moments of beauty, of love, and of peace and that gave me the opportunity to fully enjoy the puppy love, snuggles and moments we all got to share here. 🤍❤️

I didn’t feel stressed being here like I usually would.

I surrendered more.

I stayed in my center.

I made changes.

I chose better.

I am proud of myself for being able to put down what I was doing in each moment to be able to be with the animals when they came over to snuggle or play. 🥰

Something I am left with today on my cup is:

“The bonds we have are everlasting!”

As I heal, repair, grow and move on, I am able to take in so much more beautiful moments of life that truly nourish my soul – and for, I am forever grateful! 🤍💚

This experience has been exactly what I needed! 🤍

And I am grateful for every minute of it! ❤️❤️

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Over the years, I have slowly unraveled from needing my life to look a certain way, and started exploring more about how I want to feel in it.

But before I could really figure that out, I needed to let go and create space before I could welcome anything in! 🤍✨

Before I could welcome myself, I needed to take a step back from others and let go of the roles, beliefs, and patterns I was living in. So much of who I thought I was had been shaped unconsciously — whether inherited, absorbed, or expected... 💔

So, I created space. A lot of it.

Space to actually choose. Space to listen. Space to feel what is true for me!

Beyond the noise, beyond the image, beyond the “this is what success should look like"... 🫠

Because I don’t want a life that just looks good from the outside… I want one that feels aligned on the inside!

I’ve always had this quiet, nagging feeling in me...

Does it really matter what anyone does?

I mean... as long as we aren’t harming anyone and we are in (as the Andeans would say) “right relation” with all or working on that... does it matter?

Which brings me to something that has been coming to my attention lately since getting Facebook back — after a year and a half of only being on here. 🤍💛

And as I did, I started to notice how easily people attack each other. Shame, belittle, tear down... especially when it comes to beliefs.

And I caught myself feeling frustrated… even judgmental of it.

Which made me pause...

Because if I’m saying kindness and compassion matter most… then that has to include the people who aren’t being kind too.

That doesn’t mean I agree...

It doesn’t mean I don’t feel it...

Buuut it made me reflect on how easy it is to slip into the same energy we’re reacting to! LOL.

When did we get so attached to our beliefs that they dictate who we can love?

Why can’t we hold our beliefs AND hold each other… without needing to make someone wrong?

I saw a conversation around religion and science, and both sides were being so hurtful. And all I could think was:

No matter what you believe… if it isn’t reflected in how you treat people, then what is the point?

You’re not exactly embodying your truth by being the opposite of it… just saying… lol 🤍

And honestly, so many times I wanted to jump in and say something… but instead, I just observed. And reflected.

Because this isn’t about being “right.”

It’s about who we are being.

So what point am I trying to wrap up here? 😂 lol

This:

It doesn’t matter to me what ladder of success you’ve climbed, what you own, what you believe in, or what box you fit into...

If it’s not grounded in love, or at least a willingness to move toward it… it just doesn’t land the same with me. 🤍❤️

What matters to me more than any of that is:

WHO WE ARE & HOW WE SHOW UP 🤍⭐

And that’s exactly why I’ve been disentangling, dismantling, and unplugging from everything I was in before.

Not to become someone new… but to consciously choose who I already feel I am underneath it all.

To build trust with myself. To create safety within. To get clear on how I want to show up in this world — not by default, but by choice! 🤍

So right now, I let everything settle...

I let myself land! ❤️

I come back to the simple pieces of life that make me feel alive again! ⭐

Because at the end of the day… and in the end of being in this body... who I am is what I take with me!

And that, to me, is success!!! 🤍❤️⭐

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A time when we need to disentangle from the life, role and identities we were playing in.

Where truth comes in and shines so brightly you can no longer hang on them anymore.

I have had several moments in life where that “ah-ha” moment comes – either intensely or gracefully – and it makes a moment of change, a pivotal point.

I was done with being sick and tired,

I was done with things not changing at work,

I was done with it getting harder and less supportive.

I was done with my needs not being met.

I thought leaving my job meant leaving that all behind…

Sure enough, that was just the beginning – and maybe the “easiest” part. 😂

Because from there, it was truth after truth, completion, tying loose ends up and then coming to another breaking point that broke me physically but also broke me open emotionally – I needed that. 🤍

So much was revealed,

So much was felt,

So much had shifted.

It was hard to be around others,

It was hard to explain this process.

Nobody seemed to understand slowing down and doing this inner work and shifting out of all my roles, the way I was showing up and instead learning to raise my standards of who I was and what and how I wanted to interact with others instead.

I was tired of over-giving,

Pleasing others,

Shrinking myself.

I was tired of performing,

Always being needed,

Always being the space holder.

I didn’t know how to need others, have space held for me, how to show up authentic and know that I would be enough.

I didn’t know how I could be wanted for just existing, but being wanted and not always needed is exactly what I have come to ponder recently.

People might need you to pick up something for them, do an errand, share something, need advice, space held, but what about just wanting to come together to share space? What about just wanting to be around me? Did I ever actually have that but was to blind to see it? To caught up in the old patterns of being needed and performing those roles that I couldn’t see it? Did I push those types of people away to keep playing in what I was familiar with – even if it was burning me out?

Because I never had a chance to get to know myself outside of all of those, I didn’t get to explore my own needs, desires, to open up and express and I said yes when I wanted to say no – which lead me to bailing when I wasn’t 100% because I didn’t know how to hold all of me and know I was loved because I wasn’t before – it was easier to fall back into those roles instead of spending the time to heal from them and get to know myself – give myself space to land! 🤍

So now?

I am learning to build trust in myself so that I can fully-inhabit myself – for maybe even the first time. 🤍 At least in a deeper way that I am inviting in now then I ever have before!! 🤍🤍

I am becoming a space that I want to show up in. 🤍🔥

As I sat there, connected with the land, hand on my heart and spoke these words:

“The part of me that left to survive… the part of me that changed to belong… you are welcome to return now. I am here. I will not leave you again.”

I listened to my body (not my mind) and I heard:

You haven’t left, 

You have shown up,

Deeper and deeper each time.

I thank you for that. 🤍❤️

And, you judge yourself.

Life is hard, sometimes you need coffee. You will know when you need to balance out. You listen and know how to care. So you don’t need to force yourself to be better. That force and judgement is what makes you tense and rigid. I know you want to flow – surrender, trust the moment & listen. You will be kinder on your partner's choices and you will feel that shift within you. 🤍

I almost cried…

It's true, I am always hard on myself to make changes and I push hard thinking that is what is going to create change. But punishing ourselves, forcing or judging, is never going to give us the long term life that we want. I want peace, enjoyment, love, laughter, fun and care – but that comes with compassion, consistency, listening to myself and showing up from there each day. 🤍

When the world pressures you to be something else…

Be the one place where you truly hold all of yourself and remember, your love, your care, your compassion and your consistency in listening and following through is going to get you way farther in life than forcing, judging, punishment and rigidity ever will! 🤍❤️

Thanks for being in this morning flow with me! ⭐

Appreciate those of you who have been witnessing me along this journey so far! 💚

I find showing up and reading your work, and having a safe space to explore my inner world & share it with even one person who sees me, relates, or it can support… is winninggg! 🤍

Writing is such a healing art!!! ❤️❤️

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To give some context for where I’ve been…

A couple years ago, I stepped back from community – from the roles and identities of the healer, the teacher, the space holder… the one who was needed.

And over this last year, I’ve been letting go of even more…

The people-pleaser.

The over-giver.

The perfectionist!

Instead, I've been learning my needs.

Taking care of myself.

Setting boundaries.

Refusing to let myself be used or manipulated by others because honestly…

I never learned or was taught how to claim:

My center, my autonomy, or my power!!! 🤍⭐

I am giving myself more care.

More compassion.

More love.

More grace.

More understanding.

More presence and holding all of me!

I am raising my standards –

and my beliefs about what I deserve.

I am becoming stronger in my center,

standing on my own two feet - rooted. 🤍

I am building safety and stability.

I am slowly rebuilding my life from within.

And I remind myself…

This space is a gift!

An offering to spend more time with myself.

To light my spark back up! 🤍⭐️

To enjoy the simplest – especially the simplest – parts of life again! 🤍❤️⭐

So in these moments of stillness – when my mind is reaching – when the question of “am I doing this right?” begins to surface… I come back to what this really is:

A gift,

A returning,

An opportunity to live from within!!! 🧘🏻‍♀️🤍✨

I have been given ME back to myself. 💥

What a gift. 🤍

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Thanks for being here! 🤍🫶🏻⭐️

Ashley. ❤️

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It’s interesting to me that in the Fall season 🍂 we are learning to slow down, come inward and let go while we enter then into the Winter season ❄️ where we learn to come deeper inside of ourselves where more truth can be revealed — felt, held, seen — and that brings up the clarity as we enter the Spring season 🌱 where we plant new seeds and start to speed up slightly again! ❤️❤️⭐️

I feel the tricky thing about slowing down and feeling deeper emotions — grief, sadness, truth, etc — takes building safety in our bodies to slow down and to build the capacity for these processes and moments as we rest here.

But what I am learning now, as we come out of Winter where I live, and are in the first week or Spring — excitement comes alive! 🤍🤩🌱

Excitement though, can trigger the sympathetic nervous system and create a charge — especially if we’ve been healing from survival mode! So then we need to shift into building the capacity now to hold expansion, to hold excitement, to hold all that we want to experience, do, achieve this Spring & Summer — without going hard and overexerting! 🤍⭐️

How can we do that? ❤️❤️

Well, we definitely don’t need to stop getting excited!! But, we do need to learn how to stay with ourselves when we do! 🤩 🧘🏻‍♀️ 🙏🏻

So we notice when we feel excited,

When we feel ourselves revving up,

And we interrupt that urgency loop! 🤍

Example:

“I can feel excitement and still stay here.”

“I don’t need to do all of this today.” (Even if your brain not got a dopamine hit & believes it does 😂 lol)

The real trick is being able to come back to the body, hold ourselves, take a deep breathe, remind ourselves of these things and have the chat with the brain we need (lovingly) so that we don’t overdo — even if we have the energy!

And remember… it’s a practice! ❤️🤍

So that takes…

• Consistency

• Love, Gentleness, Care

• Being okay if we mess up

• Adjusting, Redefining, Moving Forward

Because it isn’t going to happen over night!

And no one is here to safe us but ourselves!

Keep it up! 😘

Ashley. ✨

Thank you for being here with me! ❤️❤️

When I do get into writing & sharing my work, I appreciate that I have a platform & a community to share and reflect with in — it means the world to me! So thank you!!! 🤍🫶🏻

If you are in the same hemisphere…

How has Winter felt for you? ❄️

What did you learn? 🧘🏻‍♀️🙏🏻

How do you feel stepping into Spring? 🌱

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The look in her eyes,

The energy she sent my way,

The wake up I truly needed – what a gift. 💝

A relationship near me took a dark turn for the worse, but it wasn’t until that door was almost shut on my face that I was able to reflect and see who I was being – I needed a wake up call!

This relationship felt imbalanced and I was waking up to the over-giving role I was playing in — but who I became in the process of learning to set boundaries and hold myself wasn’t what I was expecting… 🫠❤️

A couple days after I broke my ankle, I started to learn — where that role comes from, how it plays out in my current relationships, and how I could start setting boundaries and shifting it.

It was time to walk in a new way. 👣 ❤️✨

But… when we shift from an over-giver to a boundaried person, we can get lost in the middle – and that is exactly what I did. 🥹🤍

When we see an imbalance, we can see it through the lens of our wounded self – and that wound for me was now ANGRY. 😤

When I started setting boundaries it was… shaky, slowly speaking up for myself, and saying I didn’t like something or that I couldn’t do something for her. But over time, as those boundaries kicked in, I started to kick into high gear – like “FUCK YOU”, for everything – but that wasn’t fully for her…. 🤦🏻‍♀️

It was for all the people who ever truly took advantage of me – the ones I over-gave myself too, the ones who just took and took and took and never gave anything back. And for me, I never quite created the space and ease for myself to receive either. 🥹🤍

I put that “fuck you” and lathered it on everything to do with her — in and around my life. And I held onto that story like a life line – “I over-gave and pulled my energy back and now she's just like that” (when people would ask why she seems so cold and distant, or has this miserable look on her face) – I took it personally, as if she didn’t have her own shit going on in life — and life can be extra crunchy sometimes too… 🫠

My goodness, I didn’t recognize myself anymore when she got brought up… 🙈

There is understanding truth,

Seeing the imbalances,

And adjusting yourself accordingly.

But I feel I went down a dark path instead of a path of compassion and care – and I was reminded of that in the park right after that near door closing moment – thank god for that!

For me though, that “fuck you” was my bridge though — the bridge between overgiving and becoming a person who has boundaries with integrity.

What I have learned is:

• We can be warm but not overgiving

• Clear but not sharp

• Compassionate but not self-abandoning

• Honest but not gossipy

• Respectful without shrinking

And it takes practice! Strong spine, Soft heart!

I didn’t yet know how to stay open while protecting myself, so I experimented with a survival strategy that doesn’t actually fit who I want to be! But my growth is my redemption.

I don't need to be perfect in conflict – I am allowed to learn!

So I let myself refine so that I feel clear! 🙌🏻

Practicing being yourself without armour yall – its a fuckin’ TRIPPPP. 💥

But that's strength. 🤍

❤️

Thanks for being here,

Ashley 🤍🥰❤️‍🔥✨.

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Those small moments when we reflect back, catch a glimpse of light, of clarity, and of understanding, that we have neglected ourselves and what we needed, neglected what was in alignment and true for us. 👌🏻

That’s pattern information that can lead to the change we know deep down we want & need!

There are so many different ways that we can self-abandon in order to belong…

For myself, most recently 🤍💛,

In July, I bashed my arm into a fence, in August I broke my ankle, in December I got sick, and in early February I slipped on the ice and smashed my tail bone and gave myself a slight concussion — and that’s only in the last eight months! 😮‍💨

Trying to be competitive and do better, trying to seem cool and be accepted, prove myself as fun, to push to seem resilient, not lazy or boring — all the ways that we try to be someone we are not in order to not loose love, connection, and ultimately… belonging. 🤍💜

This last injury, the one where I slipped on the ice on tail bone and got a slight concussion, also caused cuts on my hands, which by the way… are all new wounds right beside old wounds!!!

That fall felt like my whole energy, mind and body was being cleared and recalibrated — and I was conscious of that internal sensation!

To see all of these new wounds by all the old scars, was showing me all the ways that I didn’t want to disappoint other people, not be cool, or not fit in — because I was scared to be abandoned, so I in turn abandoned myself. 🥹

I can tell ya though…. 🤍❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥⭐️

I am definitely done hurting myself in order to belong or learn this pattern & lesson!! 🤍⭐️

I am done abandoning myself in order to feel loved, connected and accepted! ✊🏻💜

I am dedicated to learning not to override myself, to catch myself sooner — practice listening deeper — and holding myself deeper and with more love growing within myself. 🤍

Honestly, I’m still grateful for the lessons — in the setbacks that have helped me learn how to stand up again and teach me how to walk in a new way — loving myself deeper! 🤍❤️🥰🫶🏻✨

And I look forward to continuing to heal and practice not to override, to show up for myself more, and to be brave and persevering in deeper love myself within — with my own pace, my own rhythm, my own presence, and rootedness, knowing that I am enough here, that I am loved here, and connected to myself, held by the Earth, supported by God, with those who align with this intention and way of living, and being as well. 🥰🥰

Because we all deserve love, and we shouldn’t have to change, force, punish or self-abandon ourselves in order to receive it! 🤍💜

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Thank you for being here & reading! 🤍❤️🙏🏻

Please feel free to share the ways you have caught yourself overriding / self-abandoning to belong and what steps you are taking to catch yourself soon & love yourself deeper!

Would love to hear from you below! 💜👇🏻⭐️

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Some people feel that is just some “fairy smut” book. And don’t get me wrong there are fairies, and there is some gooood sexual and intimate scenes! But it had far more to offer then what was lead on by those who judged it based on hear say! And the ones who did read it also took away so much more — female empowerment, inner strength, resilience, war and trauma recognition and so much healing, friendship, love and loyalty!

For about 10 years, I would only read self-help books, or non-fiction based books.

Slowly, over the years, I started to hear how fiction books can actually teach us just as much, if not more through story.

No matter what you read people are always gonna have their own opinions and judgments.

Maybe the beautiful thing about fiction is that it allows you to dream of something different. And right now, with so much going on in the world, with so much trauma and coping mechanisms too and the efforts of healing and recovery, it’s nice to envision hardship with healing, friendship, love, loyalty and perseverance!

Coming back from war and hardship, and the toll that it takes on us, and also what it takes to let people in and to heal, and to be supported, and to grow stronger yet softer and more wholesome individuals.… 👌🏻

It was very much the essence of hardship being held in one hand — war, fear of possibility of harm, and in the other — beauty, connection, love, and limitless possibility of living the life they dream of.

I think that’s something most can relate with right now, in some way or another — having all the hardships going on in the world in one hand, and then in the other — love, support and connection, beauty and sacred special moments.

So for me, it’s holding the non-fiction as well as holding fiction, and knowing that they both serve a purpose, and they both can be enjoyed and learn from and experienced all the same.

So yes, I finished that fiction series and I’m gonna go onto another fiction series from that author. And I am not going to give two shits about what other people think. I’m gonna learn the lessons that I need to from these books and carry on with my life. 😌😏👣❤️

If you’ve been wanting to read a book, but you’ve been afraid of being judged or you’re already shaming yourself for wanting to read it or be curious about it…. fuck what other people have to say, acknowledge the shame and guilt or the potential judgement and let it go! Move on, get the book, and enjoy yourself! 

Enjoy your fucking life,

The end. 👏🏻 🤍🫶🏻✨

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I used to be terrible at English… even though it was my first language — I could never quite figure out even the most basic stuff! My teachers weren’t overly supportive and honesty… with how full our classrooms were and the load they had… I don’t blame them!

So I got my boyfriends at the time to do it for me… I gave up even trying. School was really hard for me and my brain didn’t always work the same way. My focus was terrible too.

The only class I ever got an A in was calculus because my teacher took the time to learn my brain and how I got the right answers (or close too) a different way to help me and steer me back to what he was trying to teach so I could get the answer they and the board was looking for. I’ll never forget that teacher and the extra work he put in with me to succeed! 🙌🏻⭐️

But English… my teachers didn’t like or had their own shit going on that it didn’t matter.

Unfortunately, University wasn’t any better — thankfully, I only had one semester of it. 😮‍💨

But I digressed…

What I started to notice with AI is that it feeds this need to be perfect. That I can’t just write for the sake of writing AND let myself be messy, make mistakes and NOT be perfect…

Weird concept…

BUT SO WHAT I NEEDED!!!

So…

Long story long her… as my friend would say…

I don’t, we don’t, need to be perfect in our writing to WRITE!

Write and let that be enough!

YOU ARE ENOUGH!

So why the title “less like me, more like you” you ask? Well, I made it to the end to and forgot my point till now… 😂 

WE DON’T NEED TO BE LIKE ANYONE ELSS

Who I think is more fit, better outfits, fancy trips, better house, family, friends or writing…

I don’t need to, I don’t want to…

BE ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!

So what I’m saying is…

No trying to be like others

No trying to be perfect and use AI

Accept self exactly as it is.

Write because you enjoy.

Period.

🤍❤️

Over and Out! ✌🏻✨

PS I’m talking to you too. 😘

PSS I’m not even going to edit this! 😝

PSS rebellllllllll 😎 (or just more authentic 😉)

🫶🏻

😘 

As an example, I painted this piece of art formed clay today. I didn’t have the right paint brushes so it made the corners and details extra hard for me and I made several mistakes.

I could feel the tension in my body, the anger and frustration that was there too.

I decided to go slower, to accept any errors and we could go back over it later. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I learned the importance of the right tools so things flow smoother! But also how much I grasp having to have it to go smoothly or else I feel that heat, tension and rage in me. 🔥

When I tune into this space, I track deeper and deeper and find a wound there “I can’t do it wrong” because if I did I would be punished — my body reacted to that potential — even if it happened in the past… 🤍❤️

I don’t choose that for myself… so…

Sitting there, listening to that part of me, wrapping my love around it, holding it, asking it what it needs and moving through that as I shift the energy… was everything ✨

Some would call that “parts work”. 🤍❤️

Sometimes we don’t have to spend hours and hours searching for the wounds to appear so we can heal…. ❤️‍🩹✨

Sometimes, living life is enough to choose healing.

And to me, that seems like the healthiest way to be aware, to live your life, to heal and to create space when things do surface! 🤍❤️

Way better then forcing any healing work!

love yourself

create the space for you

build the trust

listen, breathe, be

and all will surface over time

BECAUSE YOU CREATED THE SPACE…

FOR ALL OF YOU! 🤍💛

🫶🏻

⭐️

❤️