8.8.2021

I have been waiting for this moment for so long!

The moment of feeling ‘ready’ to show up and make major impact. to serve with clarity.

The moment has come and I am met with deep anxiety, but is it really anxiety? This feels different.

It doesn’t feel weighted… It has a strong force, a call to action, an excitement to it.

The resistance I have been feeling strongly for 2 months has faded and the stress feels manageable.

Is this how it feels to be on the other side of resistance? I can’t go back now.

I am possibly in between resistance and freedom.

Which will I choose?

The choice seems obvious, but imagine climbing to the middle of a mountain and the hardest part yet to come.

Your tired, sore, mentally fatigued. It’s easier to go back down where its safe. But, if we ever want to get to the top of the mountain we must climb.

No one else can do it for us.

I feel like I am finally capable of climbing to the top.

And I will get there, I must.

Freedom feels so close.

Breath deep, just breath.

Let each breath take me closer to where I need to be. 🖤

Love Sammy xoxo

we all have a little girl hiding inside, remember her?

The girl who loved to play & have fun.

The girl who didn’t care what anyone thought of her.

The girl who felt brave enough to do a cartwheel or handstand wherever she wanted, swing on the monkey bars or wear the most outrageous outfits.

where has she gone?

for some, that girl was lost early in life. for others, maybe a bit later.

But for most of us that playful little girl ends up lost at some stage in our childhood.

“be a good girl”, “don’t do that”, “your fat”, “nobody likes you”, “why cant you be more like her”

we slowly lose sight of the little girl that once was and before we know it we have little girls (or boys) of our own.

For me, my little girl slowly became lost after my mum died from cancer, I was seven. I didn’t realise what was happening but I do remember feeling confused.

I was so much fun and full of life before she died- creative, bubbly, entertaining, unique and didn’t care what anyone else thought. I was too busty just having fun.

Over time that fun loving little girl became deeply hurt, afraid and unhappy. The pain was so deep that depression and fear crippled my life, and yet, I mastered the facade of a happy, bubbly, friendly human.

We have so much depth within us, so many stories & life lessons.

We need to find the strength to be brave again, face our own fears, teach the daughters in our life (and sons) what true freedom looks like.. and I believe that is the freedom to enjoy life bravely, fully & deeply.

If fear didn’t control your life today, what would you want to be doing?

xx