On Being Loud

I used to get scared when I knew I was being loud. 

Women who were loud would trigger me. 

It would make my skin crawl. 

As if I wasn’t allowed to be loud.

And neither was any other woman. 

I used to get scared when I knew I was being heard, too.

When I could feel the ripples my words and energy make. 

It made me want to draw back into my shell, pull the covers over my head and say, “just kidding.”

As if I wasn’t allowed to be that powerful.

Right now I’m being loud. 

Right now in my spiritual practices I’m releasing a lot of stored up sacred rage and anger. It’s loud. It’s raw. And it’s life giving. 

Right now I’m giving myself new permissions every day:

To honor my intuition even more

To celebrate myself even more

To stand in it even more

To stand fully and completely in my soul’s sacred alignment. 

And to be honest, it’s scary. 

But it’s the kind of scary that turns me on now. 

The kind that keeps me awake at night. 

And makes me curious when I wake up to it every morning. 

I’m falling in love with myself again.

With allowing more of myself to be seen, felt, and heard.

I’m falling in love with my clients’ power.

I’m falling in love with my competition; because competition is hilariously unnecessary and I love that about it.

I’m being loud with love. 

With light. 

With wisdom. 

With spirit. 

I’m stepping into the leader I needed 3 years ago when I burned out in business for the first time and felt every level of lost and trapped. 

I’m stepping into the leader I needed 7 years ago when I thought my business would completely collapse for the first time. There have been many leaps, but never as big and shaky as the first time. 

8 years ago when I took the BLIND FAITH LEAP to start my business and quit all 5 of my jobs.

11 years ago when I entered massage school: bright eyed, bushy tailed, and one month off of antidepressants cold-turkey style (I wouldn’t recommend this.) 

12 years ago when I first moved to Charleston and cried almost every single day for a year. I’d never felt more alone in my life. 

13 years ago when I lost my father to cancer.

And then some. 

So, regardless of how you perceive me…

These are my words. 

This is my voice. 

My journey has been heartbreakingly raw and undeniably magical. 

I have wisdom and experience from a life lived deeply and soulfully. 

And I live my message. 

I live my medicine. 

I’m here to share it.

And I’m here to be loud about it.

Don’t you want to share yours too?

I’m dying to hear what you keep inside and call “not allowed.”

And I’m dying to watch you fall in love with it.

♥️

There’s a place for leaders like you who feel called to share their medicine and magic with the world.

It’s in the sacred container of my Embodied Magnetism Course.

I invite you to step inside, love.