๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฑ๐ผ๐๐ป ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ธ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต
I’m sure you’ve heard that expression.
Some breakdowns are massive. Obvious. Ridiculously painful. And usually feel never-ending.
Some, however, are almost unrecognizable. If we are not tuned in, in fact, we may miss it altogether and “just” chalk it up to a bad day.
Some breakdowns feel like you’re standing in the middle of the room looking at your life as it is piled around you — a heap of junk that’s all broken apart and ugly.
Some breakdowns feel like ugh, I am too lazy to give a damn about anything today.
Whichever breakdown it is, it can be comforting to know your breakthrough is soooo close! You can’t push, pull, prod your way there faster. You have to go through the tunnel first.
Did you know that as the butterfly struggles to break free from the cocoon, that if you helped and opened it up just a bit for her, she would die? Her struggle is part of her breakthrough.
The same holds true for you.
Someone can lovingly hold space for your struggle, can reassure you that you are loved and have support, but no one can do it for you.
I’ve been sharing about the Quintessential Woman. Interestingly, last year at this time I was too, and my posts are coming up in my memories on Facebook. (Perhaps it’s a Spring thing — moving into the New)
Today, my memories showed these words:
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐ง๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ. ๐๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ข๐ฏ๐ช๐ค ๐ค๐ช๐ณ๐ค๐ถ๐ญ๐ข๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด.
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐๐ช๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฅ? ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ’๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ด๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ด๐ฑ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ค๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด? ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ต?
๐๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ. ๐๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ. ๐๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ค๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ถ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด.
๐๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ.
Also interesting is today is a low day for me. It’s more than I am so damn tired of white/gray skies and brown, dirty Spring. I am longing for bright blue skies and beautiful new, green grass. I am longing for something new to birth itself into my heart and life.
As I read the words I penned a year ago, I asked myself: ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐๐ช๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฅ? ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ? And today I am giving myself a Pause so I may discover…
Perhaps you are in this space, too.
Perhaps you’d like to explore what you are to birth next?
I’d like to introduce you to an aspect of yourself that may help you do just that.
Join Her.