I can write to a friend and everything just pours out– no filters, no
critics– just flow. But when I sit down to do the same for myself...
full stop. Crazy fear and self-doubt all over everything and everywhere.
Logic would insist– anytime I feel like sitting down to write my
message to the world, I should just tell myself that I am simply writing
to my fabulously non-judgemental bestie– whom I adore, and who in fact
loves it when I appear vulnerable, messy, and a bit manic. Truth- she
deems this part of me downright gorgeous and ultimately endearingly
So. Right-O. Since James and I have decided our biggest New Year's resolution is to "face unafraid the plans that we've made," then I'd better screw my courage to the sticking place and get on with it.
I've been wanting to write for a long while now. And, well, wait– I have
been writing for a long while, I just haven't actually shared much of
this pastime with anyone other than a few close friends. So, this year
I've decided to step into something greater and start putting my musings
out there for all to see. And all I can hope for is that one soul is
touched by it, moved by it, or comforted by it, and that somehow this
practice will inspire others to share their undoubtedly amazing stories.
My intention for this blog is to reconnect to what matters.
named this outpost "Sacred Sexy Muse" because these are all the things I
aspire to be. Sacred in word and deed. Recalling the divinity that lies
within all of us. Sexy as all hell. Confident and full of grace. And
the Muse– Lighting the way for others to connect to their own genius.
Lofty goals, but true to the heart- All.