Hello lovely souls, it is time to celebrate Spring and of course, ourselves. It is our time to shine, to bloom and to spread our wings!
I am curious to know how you measure your worth. Do you let others decide for you when you are worthy? Are you under the impression that you must always be doing “something” and that “something” seems to never be good enough for yourself and others around you.
What if you were more than you could ever imagine? What if you were absolutely phenomenal, precious and rare? What if you were pure magic, a masterpiece? How? By simply being and allowing yourself to do less and to be more present. Oh darling, you are so inspiring! It makes me smile to think of you. You are so much more than what you believe to be.
It does not matter what you believe in, as long as you believe. It does not matter who and what you love as long as you love. It does not matter how you dance, as long as you keep dancing. It does not matter what you do with your life, as long as you live it, fully. Celebrate yourself for being here and doing the best that you can, over and over.
I often feel “not enough” myself, as if there were some missing pieces within me. I often feel the pressure that I should be married and have a family already; that I should “hurry up” if I want to become a mom. The thing is that miracles don’t hurry. They gently, softly, happen. They happen when the stars align, when it’s time. Never before. The thing is that we allow other people’s expectations to make us feel a certain way and in reality, we should not give anyone else the power to decide what our life should look like. And after all, your life should FEEL good for you, not LOOK good for others. This is your story and you are the super hero in your story. YOU are. You are everything beautiful and magical. You are more than enough.
Close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
Place your hand on your heart and repeat after me…
I am beautiful.
I am powerful.
I am worthy.
I am enough.
I am me and I love everything that makes me who I am.
Much love,
Jessica