the past weekend i spent 14 hours learning an abridged but powerful version of the handel group method, hearing people’s stories and hesitantly voicing my own. i walked in nervous. i knew i was going to get called on my shit. and it was exactly why i signed up for the course.
you know why i was going to get called on?
because i’m not always truthful.
the chai lattes, the bare feet, the farmers’ markets, my love and my pup – all of these things are true, and they all make my heart skip a beat. but sometimes in the poeticizing of my daily life, something gets lost and that’s that my life isn’t always seen through rose-colored lenses.
a few things i’ll go ahead and admit publicly – i can be very defensive. i drink too much wine when indulging. i have a hard time maintaining a disciplined yoga practice. i am a bit OCD. i’ve hurt the people i love the most time and time again.
whoa, you know what? that felt really good.
just as i declared when i was at the summit: “by standing in my truth i inspire.”
i am committed to that. i believe living a truthful, bliss-filled life is possible, but sometimes very, very messy, and that’s okay. it’s part of the deal. the dark with the light; the beautiful and the ugly. without one, i wouldn’t be the other.
and that’s rad.