Ride the Wave or Jump Off

Let’s just say I know a little something about highs and lows.

The whole truth.

One day we’re flying high, at the top of the world, stepping into our power and feeling in total alignment. The next day our world shatters and we feel so fucking small.

Soar.

Crash.

This week – or, if I’m open, this entire year – has been an emotional purge. Temperamental anarchy. Catharsis. Enough to crack me wide open and knock me onto my knees.

Life’s fragile like that.

We’re strong. We’re vulnerable. We’re whole and we crave at the same time.

This week I took time to move through heaviness, tear storms and heart wrenching self doubt. Luckily, calm follows chaos. I hugged a friend, soaked in an afternoon of sunshine and showed up for myself (which, as we know, can be the biggest challenge of all).

Today, for the first time this week, I felt fully alive, explosive and more solid than ever. Although the growth process feels like a constant swim test through riptide, I’m grateful for every emotion.

I’m riding the waves baby, heart open and head high.

Embrace fear, tune in, go deep. It’s all part of the ride.