I Gave My Authority Away. This Morning I Took It Back.
It happened in my kitchen. Over blueberries.
Warm Blueberries and the Return of Personal Power
Somewhere along the way, most of us handed over our personal authority.
Not to a person. To a culture. To a chorus of experts, rules, and advice that got so loud we stopped hearing our own voice underneath it.
This morning I took mine back.
Over blueberries.
For the past few months I have been paying attention to what I eat. Nothing extreme. Just noticing. Watching the patterns. Sugar especially. Like most of us, it had quietly become the main character in my diet.
Yesterday I went a full day without it.
No sugar. No sweet snacks. No little hits of dopamine dressed up as treats.
This morning my body felt flat. Not terrible. Just low energy. A little dull around the edges.
So I heated up a bowl of frozen blueberries and cut two very small slices of lemon vanilla pound cake.
And while I stood there eating them, something clicked.
My body woke up.
My brain cleared.
My energy came back online.
And I thought to myself — well. Look at that.
Not because blueberries and pound cake are some magical combination.
But because I had listened to my own body instead of a rule.
You know the rules I am talking about.
Never eat sugar in the morning. Never eat carbs first. Never do this. Never do that.
The health advice industry has a rule for everything now.
And I am not knocking information. I read things. I learn things. I am genuinely curious about how this body works.
But there is a difference between using information and surrendering to it.
We started acting like the experts know our bodies better than we do.
But nobody lives inside this body except me.
Nobody wakes up in it. Nobody feels its signals rise and fall. Nobody knows what it needs at 7am on a Tuesday in March.
Only me.
And this morning I made one small decision based on what I was actually feeling instead of what someone on the internet said I should do.
It felt fantastic.
Not because of the pound cake.
Because of the sovereignty.
That is the word that came to me.
Sovereignty.
We hear a lot about empowerment these days. Claim your power. Step into your power.
But nobody talks about something simpler.
Enjoying it.
This morning I got to decide what to eat. Not had to. Got to.
I get to go for a walk. I get to write today. I get to experience another day inside this strange, miraculous, still-breathing body.
Same life. Completely different relationship to it.
Women have spent decades living inside the language of have to. After long enough it becomes automatic. And we forget that we were ever the one making the decisions at all.
Sovereignty does not arrive with a trumpet blast.
It shows up quietly.
In a kitchen. On a Tuesday morning.
Sometimes it looks like warm blueberries and a tiny decision nobody else gets to make for you.
And when you notice that moment — really notice it —
You can enjoy it.
Because that moment is yours.
So here is my question for you.
Where have you been following someone else’s rule when your own body was telling you something different?
Where have you been handing your authority to someone who has never lived a single day inside your life?
What would it feel like to take that back?
Even in one small way.
Even over breakfast.
Before you go, I want to invite you into something.
Every week a warm and wildly honest group of women gathers on Zoom for my Tuesday night Breakthrough Workshop. Grandmothers. Caretakers. Solo travelers. Women who are done letting the old voices run the show.
We talk. We laugh. We help each other take back the authority we gave away a long time ago.
It is one of my favorite things I have ever built.
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