I used to wear my heart on my sleeve but now I just smile knowingly and move on…from groups, activities, organizations, even friends and family that don’t feel supportive. Listening to my soul rather than the general consensus is a breath of fresh air.
I was told once, “it sounds like you’re untethered”. Yep and my soul is starting to soar now that it’s in the driver’s seat.
I am glad to read this today. After you wrote of your mini-spiral and wanting to move, the old me, who started clamouring at me to stop risking so much and stay safe, I started to fall into the fear.
But I stopped myself and heard my soul asking me to walk off the fear I was inviting in. So I did. I said, I could always turn back. After a few minutes my face got cold, but instead of turning back at the halfway point, kept going. The wind stopped and I filled my lungs with fresh air and walked my way back home.
Thank you for the perspective…funny how I felt so young and vibrant until I hit 70. I’ve elided to age backwards now…laugh all you want naysayers! Felt 50 until I hit 70! So next year I WILL be 69.
Oh I love this energy! 70 is the new rebellious teenager—I swear it. Age backward all you want, friend. The soul doesn’t do math. It does momentum. And yours is clearly still gaining speed.
Wow. What a concept for me, wearer of heart on my sleeve, teller of all, blabber of my soul. Am going to give this a go to nourish my dream seedlings. 🌱 💦🌷
Love this awareness — it’s not about silencing your beautiful soul-sharing nature, it’s about discernment. Some dreams need a little time underground, like seeds warming in the dark, before they can handle the wind of other people’s opinions. You’re not cutting yourself off — you’re feeding the roots. Let me know how it feels to hold one of your dreams a little closer to your chest for a while. I think you’ll be surprised by the strength it grows in the quiet.
Not all disappearances are losses.” Yes. Sometimes stepping back is the most productive thing you can do for your life.
This reads like permission for a lot of women who think being alone means something is wrong. Sometimes it means you’re finally listening.
When I stepped back and began listening, things began to fall into place.
I used to wear my heart on my sleeve but now I just smile knowingly and move on…from groups, activities, organizations, even friends and family that don’t feel supportive. Listening to my soul rather than the general consensus is a breath of fresh air.
I was told once, “it sounds like you’re untethered”. Yep and my soul is starting to soar now that it’s in the driver’s seat.
I can not LOVE this enough!!! I am so happy for you!
Thanks Monica! I LOVE what you’re doing.
I am glad to read this today. After you wrote of your mini-spiral and wanting to move, the old me, who started clamouring at me to stop risking so much and stay safe, I started to fall into the fear.
But I stopped myself and heard my soul asking me to walk off the fear I was inviting in. So I did. I said, I could always turn back. After a few minutes my face got cold, but instead of turning back at the halfway point, kept going. The wind stopped and I filled my lungs with fresh air and walked my way back home.
Thank you so much Monica! You are telepathic❤️
Thank you for the perspective…funny how I felt so young and vibrant until I hit 70. I’ve elided to age backwards now…laugh all you want naysayers! Felt 50 until I hit 70! So next year I WILL be 69.
Oh I love this energy! 70 is the new rebellious teenager—I swear it. Age backward all you want, friend. The soul doesn’t do math. It does momentum. And yours is clearly still gaining speed.
I like to think that! Lol
Wow. What a concept for me, wearer of heart on my sleeve, teller of all, blabber of my soul. Am going to give this a go to nourish my dream seedlings. 🌱 💦🌷
Love this awareness — it’s not about silencing your beautiful soul-sharing nature, it’s about discernment. Some dreams need a little time underground, like seeds warming in the dark, before they can handle the wind of other people’s opinions. You’re not cutting yourself off — you’re feeding the roots. Let me know how it feels to hold one of your dreams a little closer to your chest for a while. I think you’ll be surprised by the strength it grows in the quiet.
Permission......
From myself......
To myself.......
Not sure why that feels so daunting.