I’ve been called an inspiration a few times lately.
Now in the past every cell in my body would have violently rejected that…
Me?… an inspiration?… shut up!
But you see, I’ve been going through a transformation ?
Me of the past is no more. She’s gone ??
The me post chrysalis has had two realisations…
1 – If someone wants to see me as an inspiration, who the bloody hell am I tell them their opinion is wrong?! They are entitled to believe what they want.
2 – I am a bloody inspiration! I turn to face my shadows, I slay the f*ckers and then I share my journey with you. That’s inspiring!
So thank you to all those who’ve said recently that I’m inspiring.
I graciously and whole heartedly accept the compliment ❤️
Actually that’s a lie, as I finish writing this my ego is piping up ‘who do you think you are??’….
So it’s not quite whole heartedly, but most of it. There’s still a part of me that feels accepting the compliment is a bit self indulgent!
Stepping into our power doesn’t happen overnight, but I’m working on it ❤️