Another POWERFUL story that, like me, I'm sure many women can identify with. It makes me proud to be in the heroic company of phoenixes! So many of us have had to make an about face, leave the familiar behind while others called us crazy. Because in the eyes of the world, it made no sense.
Monica, your story of the courage and trust it takes to live one's truth is a great reminder that we are not alone. I can't thank you enough!
Love this insight “… that's not weakness showing up uninvited. That's evidence. Evidence that you survived something that was designed to make you disappear. And you didn't.” Evidence that “THAT” did not ‘unalive’ 😆us or force us to permanently morph into an unrecognizable version of ourselves that is ‘more palatable to the masses’.
Love too the insight that even the most difficult experiences are ‘gifts’ that can help us move more freely towards who we are becoming.
You are a gift to us, Monica. A welcome surprise gift 🎁 filled with perspectives and insights and even ‘hows’ on becoming more of who we’ve always been at our core.
I’m saddened by the wrongs (cloaked in ‘uprightness’) that were directed your way, yet they have made you sharp. Sharp like a utility knife and the skillful Hands of One that carefully cuts open a heavily taped and tie-wrapped box (metaphor for other’s limiting perspectives) that very tightly constrains a deflated mattress (metaphor for readers/seekers). The deflated mattress, now unwrapped, is free to unfold and breathe and receive the air needed to become the fullness of the thing/entity it was designed to be … a great foundation and core for the greatness that is and is to come.
One of the turning points for me was when I had made my husband and three children meatloaf rolls. Along with some side dishes. We all sat down to dinner at my husband said ---those look like a pile of shit.
I still hadn't come into myself enough to stand up for myself, but I did not forget the embarrassment and pain of that experience.
When you're going to leave someone. I think it seldom happens all at once… It's a series of things until finally you know.
Monica, your story is a powerful one. A similar story others have experienced. I'm glad you found a way out of that life. Thank you for sharing your truth.
What a super post, Monica, this really resonated with me. The hurt when people you are supposed to hold in trust, don't stand up for you. It is the paycheck that never arrives after a lifelong commitment to "serve others". And that was exactly the right time to "hand in your notice".
What I really also admire is your 30 second decision to not only look after your daughters, but the bigger decision ypu took: to not pass this onto the next generation. It stopped right there with you. I really admire you ❤️.
I think you took that "brick through your window" for them and it stopped right there where it landed. Whatever your daughters may or may not know about what you went through, I am sure they admire you as it shines through, as it did that day.
I live in AZ, so my time is currently 3 hours earlier than you. But oh my! The honesty and reality of this piece hit me like a 2x4! And yes, a church without doors…says A TON!
Another POWERFUL story that, like me, I'm sure many women can identify with. It makes me proud to be in the heroic company of phoenixes! So many of us have had to make an about face, leave the familiar behind while others called us crazy. Because in the eyes of the world, it made no sense.
Monica, your story of the courage and trust it takes to live one's truth is a great reminder that we are not alone. I can't thank you enough!
Performance review with hymns! 🤣 Love 💕 it in so many ways!
Love this insight “… that's not weakness showing up uninvited. That's evidence. Evidence that you survived something that was designed to make you disappear. And you didn't.” Evidence that “THAT” did not ‘unalive’ 😆us or force us to permanently morph into an unrecognizable version of ourselves that is ‘more palatable to the masses’.
Love too the insight that even the most difficult experiences are ‘gifts’ that can help us move more freely towards who we are becoming.
You are a gift to us, Monica. A welcome surprise gift 🎁 filled with perspectives and insights and even ‘hows’ on becoming more of who we’ve always been at our core.
I’m saddened by the wrongs (cloaked in ‘uprightness’) that were directed your way, yet they have made you sharp. Sharp like a utility knife and the skillful Hands of One that carefully cuts open a heavily taped and tie-wrapped box (metaphor for other’s limiting perspectives) that very tightly constrains a deflated mattress (metaphor for readers/seekers). The deflated mattress, now unwrapped, is free to unfold and breathe and receive the air needed to become the fullness of the thing/entity it was designed to be … a great foundation and core for the greatness that is and is to come.
Thankful for you.
Write ON ✊
Cheering you on Monica! Cheering you on!
One of the turning points for me was when I had made my husband and three children meatloaf rolls. Along with some side dishes. We all sat down to dinner at my husband said ---those look like a pile of shit.
I still hadn't come into myself enough to stand up for myself, but I did not forget the embarrassment and pain of that experience.
When you're going to leave someone. I think it seldom happens all at once… It's a series of things until finally you know.
Monica, your story is a powerful one. A similar story others have experienced. I'm glad you found a way out of that life. Thank you for sharing your truth.
What a super post, Monica, this really resonated with me. The hurt when people you are supposed to hold in trust, don't stand up for you. It is the paycheck that never arrives after a lifelong commitment to "serve others". And that was exactly the right time to "hand in your notice".
What I really also admire is your 30 second decision to not only look after your daughters, but the bigger decision ypu took: to not pass this onto the next generation. It stopped right there with you. I really admire you ❤️.
I think you took that "brick through your window" for them and it stopped right there where it landed. Whatever your daughters may or may not know about what you went through, I am sure they admire you as it shines through, as it did that day.
I live in AZ, so my time is currently 3 hours earlier than you. But oh my! The honesty and reality of this piece hit me like a 2x4! And yes, a church without doors…says A TON!