Post 2 Stepping Into My Power: Finally Telling MY Story

 

There were many times throughout my life when I thought about writing my story. But the task always felt too daunting. What would the people involved think? Where do I even begin? Do I really want to air out all my dirty laundry, or should I frame it as fiction?

For the longest time, the biggest obstacle was worrying about how others would feel if I laid everything out. At one point in my life, that question really stalled any thoughts of writing about myself on anything more than a surface level. Luckily for me, I have been in therapy far too long and worked way too hard through my energetic and spiritual training to let that deter me any further.

I now understand that I am a generational curse breaker, a shadow worker, a light shiner. And those roles come with some heavy burdens. Some people will get mad. Some may stop speaking to me. Some might try to deepen the shame I’ve carried for years. But if I keep letting those fears control me, I won’t be able to do the work I am meant to do. I won’t be able to help break the binds that no longer serve me or others like me.

This is exactly what I mean when I say the voices we listen to matter. They shape our existence, our paths. If we keep listening to the voices that keep us small, we will inevitably stay small. But if we listen to the ones that give us butterflies in our stomachs, the ones that whisper you can be and do great things, who knows how far we can go?

A memory popped up on my Facebook recently, reminding me that just three years ago, I was homeless. My bank account was at zero due to tax issues, and my Social Security disability checks had been discontinued. If it weren’t for a promise I had just made to myself, to my spiritual path, to my child(ren) and future grandchildren I might have sat down, cried, and decided life was too hard to keep going. That’s exactly what the old me would have done.

But instead, I took action. I put up a post offering card readings for only $15. I chose to believe that the gifts given to me by the Divine would be able to not only help me out, but help others receive important messages in the process. It worked! And I lived to eat another day.

More than that, a spark ignited. I began to trust the voice that had been urging me all along: Have faith in the Divine Plan. The voice that had been coaxing me out of the comfort zone of living disability check to check, of merely “getting by” while ignoring the fire that grew inside of me.

Listening to that spark has led me to so many amazing things, including this blog. And I can’t wait to share them with you through these pages.

For today, I just wanted to give you a sneak peek of what’s to come. I hope you’ll stick around, there’s so much more ahead.

Thanks for reading, Maestra Wyzdom <3