We’ve been talking about relationships in my coach training and it’s hit me how alone I feel at times. It’s hit me harder how much I perpetuate that. I’ve cut out family, friends, and previous colleagues from my life in an effort to protect my energy, with this conspicuous undertone of something being wrong with them. But as this pattern has continued to repeat itself over the years, I can’t deny the common denominator: me.
Dear Strong Woman, Leave it to Brené. No, I have yet to watch her Netflix special, though everyone who has watched it has been posting those classic mic-drop quotes if here’s left and right, and to that I am grateful. I’ve been working on this particular post for a few days and was having trouble with the “What for?” component. As in...what is the point I am trying to make with this spotlight on my messy parts? The irony of this quote of hers doesn’t go unnoticed.
Dear Strong Woman, You teach others how to treat you. Overwhelming gratitude for some new friendships in my life. I’m in awe of the depths to which we’ve gone in a few short months, and am currently ruminating in this glorious feeling of being seen, heard, and welcomed as ME and all that comes with that. The mess. The dreams. The dog photos. All of it. This. More this.