So… I’m learning to listen. Not to the part of me that’s trying to be reasonable or polite. Not to the endless voice in my head that says “don’t make it weird.” But to the soft knowing in my body. The tight chest when I agree too quickly. The ache behind my eyes when I’m tired but still pushing. The tension in my jaw when I pretend something’s okay. She’s always been speaking. I just didn’t know how to listen. And sometimes I still don’t. But now… I’m trying. I’m choosing. To pause. To breathe. To ask, “What do you want me to know?” Because, Darling - your body isn’t the problem. She’s the messenger. The guide. The magic. And she knows what’s true before your brain ever catches up. This is sacred boundary work, too. Not just words. Not just plans. But feeling the truth in your skin. Come practice it with us inside Worthy & Rising - Our free community where you get to be fully human and your body gets to be wise. 🌙 Link to join, love:
