FUCK THAT SHIT

 
This world was never meant for you.

You twisted yourself to fit.
You clamped down to stay safe.
You abandoned what actually mattered.

And all the houses…
All the friends…
The husbands…
Still won’t fix it.

Because you don’t know you.
You’ve outgrown the old version of yourself.
You’ve played by somebody else’s rules.
You abandoned yourself.
You jumped ship.

This is your fucking rallying cry to get back on it.

Sand on your hands from handstands.
Laughing. Playing. Rebel-rousing.
Provoking the fire.
Calling up the demons.
Ripping out the residue.
Purging the old patterns.
All the crunchy shit that’s still in your field.

We go there.
We howl at the moon.
In our bikinis.

Where you answer to no one but you.

Because we are DONE playing by the rules.
Done doing all the things.

I know.
Because I did it.

I was a top-producing mortgage loan officer.
Moving millions.
Smiling through the grind.
For what felt like a million fucking years.

Until I sat by the fire,
told my partner the truths—
and shattered the glass.

I realized:
Holding onto my truth…
Speaking it.
Living it.
Being it.

It was the only resolution.

This isn’t flighty, fly-by-night, unembodied influencer crap.
This is the real fucking deal.

I’ll ask my guides.
I’ll ask yours too, if you want—
if we are a match,
If we were meant to move you to heaven.

I will not take everyone because I don't have time for it.
I could be playing and enjoying my life.
But I was sent with a message for you.

And if that message frees something inside you...
If it cracks something open...

Then fucking step up.
Let’s go.
Let’s get muddy.

See this photo of me flying down the mountain?
That’s me having the time of my life.

If it scares and excites you?
Perfect.
You’re my woman.

No excuses.
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