Finding My Way Through with Grace

I know so many people who have recently gone through big transformations, and are still going through them, myself included. The Year of the Snake and all that, coming to an end here in a few weeks. I felt that shedding deeply.

I certainly don’t have all the answers yet, but I’ve also never been more committed to taking radical responsibility for creating my version of a dream life, and the freedom I know is possible for me.

It takes immense courage to keep moving forward when life brings obstacles, loss, and circumstances we didn’t choose. We have all been hurt. We have all been impacted. And still. I am not a victim. I am not powerless. In the moment, it can feel that way. It can certainly take time to step out of a situation.

I have been through so much in my lifetime, and with the Divine’s help, I have pulled myself up off the ground more times than I can count.

For me, the energy of transformation now looks like embodying grace. Grace is my favorite word. I’ve even named a car Grace (does anyone else do that?). It feels like light, divinity, kindness, love. Quiet elegance. Grace sets the tone.

I’ve absolutely brought “bull in a china shop” energy to my journey, bumping into everything, bracing against life, using my victim story as a shield from the outside world. It helped me survive, until it didn’t.

Grace, however, does not mean being a doormat. It does not mean powerlessness. Grace is strength. And strength does not need to be loud. In fact, some of the loudest expressions of power lack grace altogether.

Grace doesn’t mean bending. It means not bracing.

This writing is for the powerful women I see rising, letting go, saying no, choosing themselves. The women stepping into their most embodied yes, despite the discomfort, despite what they’re releasing, despite what they’re losing.

I’m deeply proud of them. And proud of us.

You can feel it, can’t you? The shift. The movement. The quiet strength of clarity taking hold. To the women who have walked beside me through so many changes, who empowered me, inspired me, held space for me, I see you, and I thank you.

February 17th begins the Year of the Horse, a year of momentum. We either learn to work with the energy, or we get dragged by it.

I’ve spent far too long being dragged.

I choose differently this time.

We rise together.

Namasté