I feel like it has been silly season since September. I’ve been thinking a lot about who I am versus who I think I should be. I’m peeling back layers. I am seeing where I am wearing the mask of who I thought I should be. I find I do and feel better when I am just me. It is easier to shine and be connected when I am just me. It is easier it make choices that I feel good about when I am just me.

What is not easy is staying in uncertainty even through the clues are telling me to stay on the path. Not comparing myself to someone else is hard. Remembering I have my gifts and she has hers is hard. Believing that the world needs my spark is hard because women are conditioned to diminish their shine. Living in mystery and possibility is hard. And thrilling. Can I get an Amen