I disappeared for a while. Not because I stopped showing up for my community — but because showing up for everyone else left nothing for me. This is the story of how I got here: the burnout, the therapy breakthroughs, the Valentine’s Day movie marathon that cracked something open, and the year I decided to finally manifest a little love for myself.
This Christmas didn’t feel as merry as usual. Maybe it’s because the world feels especially dark right now. But, as we always do, we rallied, most of all for my kiddo.I wrote something after the election results were posted, and I think now is the time to share it. It’s been sitting with me, quietly waiting to be read. It’s where I’m at right now, deeply affected by the state of the world, yet still seeking peace and connection.
I was going to do something big, it was going to set the trajectory of making one of my biggest dreams and goals come true. I was feeling more nervous than I was excited. I was feeling doubtful. I was feeling unworthy, I was hearing the voices of people that had questioned my decision, my timing, and my preparedness.
How do you honor someone that had a big impact in your life? How do you honor someone who more than likely changed the course of your life with their compassion and support?I’m not sure, but here’s my attempt. I’m writing it here (on my blog), because you always read it. Deb this is for you…
June is considered Pride Month and for most of us it’s also when we celebrate the Father figures in our lives. In my household you can’t celebrate one without celebrating the other.
Voz y Vida™ 