Dearest friends,
Welcome! I am so happy you are here with me in this place—a gathering of women—a circle of sisters eager to journey together in a new way.
I've been belaboring for weeks now (with a healthy case of the jitters) what my first post would be on. I wanted it to be wonderful, evocative, invitational, supportive. I wanted it to be everything.
And because I have taken a "Vow of Transparency," I am going to honestly share with you what I think this pre-blog wiggly feeling inside stuff is all about. I didn't realize it until this morning.
It's about an old pattern that bites me in the butt when I least expect it. I think I'm doing fine; I'm enlightening a little more each day. And wham! One of those deep-seated patterns that I'm sure I've let go of is back with a vengeance.
Mine is perfection.
Yep, that nasty "P" word that plagues most women. It's a preposterous "P" that says we are not enough— that we must be more, do more, get it right, and do it so well that people like us, even applaud us.
How crazy is that?
But it's true, most of us have that disempowering voice whispering to us throughout the day. Subconsciously, we base many of our life choices on what this voice says. Be more, do more...
Case in point. Here I am, eager to make my first post and I'm entertaining feelings of "getting it right." At the same time, I am pushing myself to get my house tidied up because my mother is coming to stay for 3 days.
So the Martha Stewart voice (she's a version of the nasty "P") starts talking to me and, just when I intend to sit down and write this post from a nice, relaxed space, she's telling me to keep moving because Mom is coming and she's pointing out everything that is a mess in my house. Which is completely ridiculous because my mother doesn't give a rip about the condition of my house. She is coming just to be with me—ME!—not my house.
But, as I said, old patterns die hard, and because I am passionate about living an awakened life as my truest self, I take some time to look at that pattern. I sit and breathe and observe. I stop myself from getting sucked in to P's clutches and soothe myself. I enfold myself in compassion and say, "You are enough."
This is what I hope we will do on this site in this "Room of Our Own." We will take a collective Vow of Transparency and be honest—with each other as witness—openhearted about ourselves, our journeys, our challenges as women on the path.
We will take off our masks and move into enoughness.
We will accept each other as we are and encourage one another to embrace our essence: that womanly essence of divine beauty who is holy and whole—Enough.
I'm curious.
What voice might you be hearing today that keeps you from embracing your enoughness?
And thank you for being here. My heart is doing the happy dance today because I am back in the company of kindred women. Joy!
Special thanks goes to the gorgeous and talented Caroline of Beautiful Blog Headers and Whimsy Whispers for creating this stunning site for me. I am so very grateful. Thank you, dear heart, you are a gem!
May blessings surround you,
Jan
(Note: If you have arrived at this site from a place other than Awake is Good, my other blog, I suggest you return there to read a bit more about how this blog came to be.)
