Yeah, I said it….enough.
You must be exhausted…I know, I have been there.
I know what it feels like to move through every day with your game face on, getting shit done and making sure that your world runs smoothly for everyone else in it.
The house is clean, the groceries put away, the clothes washed, the errands run and everyone where they need to be on time, well fed and blessed with a smile and a kiss. You don’t have a moment to spare.
Yep…I know, you are superwoman.
I also know that the more shiny and neat things look on the outside is not necessarily an indicator of how things are going on the inside.
I was exactly where you are almost ten years ago. I had just left her marriage and gone through a painful divorce. And while I knew that divorce was the right decision for me, I never imagined that it would become the catalyst for becoming the woman I am meant to be.
As I moved from married life to divorced lifestyle, I realized that behind the polished, fit and social woman on the outside, there was a more authentic, passionate, more delicious version of myself waiting to come out; and each month that passed where I pretended to be who I once was became more and more painful.
I know the pain of being out to dinner with friends when behind your smile you think to yourself, I don’t really belong here.
I know the pain of lonely nights where you wish you had something to do and someone to do it with.
I know the pain of rolling over with your back to your husband or partner because you don’t want to invite conversation or sex.
I know the pain of feeling your passion, your purpose, your sensuality and your truth, but having them trapped underneath what has always been.
I know the pain of wanting a new relationship, a new job, a new circle of friends or a new environment; and having no fucking clue as to how to go about making it happen.
I know the pain of wanting to make a move and knowing that your friends, family, and/or kids are going to make your life a living hell if you do.
And, I know the pain of feeling so alone, so frightened, so overwhelmed and so sad; even when you are surrounded by so many friends and family.
So, you keep yourself busy. Busy, busy, busy…and you manage to get it all done.
Here’s the thing; being busy isn’t living.
You deserve to live because you only live once.
Haven’t you had enough? You never have to justify being YOU.
Your time is now, you are not alone.