Who among us has not reached for something with heart, soul, blood, and guts, and ended up trounced, trammeled, and shattered?
There is a special spot in my heart reserved for women who give their all, lunge towards their dreams, rush into the unknown with abandon, trust their deepest soul’s yearnings, and shatter into a million pieces.
Check out this email I got recently, from a subscriber:
“I’ve been doing so much work around trusting my intuition, my power, my sensuality. I’ve made huge leaps but I recently hit a huge bump in the road. I screwed up in trying to ask for what I wanted, and now things are really messy. How do I move on from what feels like a failure, and worrying I won’t get a second chance? I feel like I’m plummeting, and everything is broken.”
First of all, before I begin, I want to give her a standing ovation. Don’t you??
Any woman who has chosen to adopt the discipline of pleasure, and trust her pussy/intuition/power, instantly becomes the star, the heroine, of her own life’s story.
She is no longer being dragged along tracks created by others, she is no longer giving in to cultural conditioning and living the design of what others expect of her.
She has cut loose from the pack and is charting her own course, and living the legend she was born to become.
If you’ve ever been there, feeling like you royally screwed up, and that choosing your truth is to blame, here’s what I want you to know:
As my Dad used to say, “This is livin’, kid!”
Women who never choose themselves, who never risk living their own desires, who never trust their own pussies—never feel the way you do.
They settle into the ho-hum-mundane business of a life of compromise and mediocrity, living under the radar, never reaching for the gold, and never finding any.
But when you poke your head out of the sand, and choose to figure out how to fly, guess what happens? You crash sometimes. And the higher you fly, the harder you fall.
Every one of us gets thrown. Tossed. Whipped off our pathway by some force greater than us.
And the big determining moment in a woman’s life is this: what do we do when we get our ass blasted? What do we do when we get utterly decked? Crushed? Thrown off our game?
Do we quit?
Or get back in the saddle?
These are defining moments for a woman.
When a woman risks living the legend of her desires, she is living large, instead of small. Why? Because living your Truth is not just about you anymore.
A desire is the interface between you and that which is greater than you.
Living your deepest truth is asking to be remade by your own destiny.
It is offering yourself up to be recreated into the woman you were born to become.
Your desires carve you into the work of art you were meant to become, just like Michelangelo found ‘David’ inside a hunk of marble.
So, when you feel like you are plummeting to your death, you are. The raw hunk of marble is getting chiseled away, and you are being remade—into a living, breathing work of art co-created by you, and the divine. Does it feel good? Hell no.
But, “this is livin’, kid.”
And will you get another chance to fly even higher?
Count on it.
You get endless second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth chances.
In fact, for a woman who is living as full out as you, chances will come land in your lap, as long as you keep taking those beautiful steps in the direction of your dreams and desires.
In the comments today, I want to hear you outrageously celebrating your biggest blunders.
Every chapter of your story deserves to be commemorated. The world requires the fuel of each of our dreams, to survive, and to reinvent, as we do.
Deep down inside, every woman wants to live the legend she was born to become.
You are doing it.
This is what it feels like.
No guts, no glory.
Sisters, tell me in the comments below:
• What was a time you took a step toward your dreams that resulted in superb failure?
• What tools did you reach for, to bounce back with even more vivacity?
Let’s show each other how we locate the victory inside every pitfall.
All my love,