Of all the messages that I am receiving, Strength=Vulnerability has been the gospel according to the universe that I can’t shy away from. Unlocking my vault of fears and insecurities makes me crack my knuckles while questioning my worth. All along I thought being tough and unbreakable was the test of strength. As I embrace the softness of my spirit and love it up, I remind myself that everyone and everything is vulnerable.

My fears are that my creativeness will blow through my life like the wind and I will submit to playing roles in my life to everyone around me. I fear that I will lose my voice if I don’t use it for good. As a mama, I pray that I don’t inflict childhood trauma on my sweet sons from not doing my own souls work. I have issues around trust and forgiveness and I pray that I will be more generous with both. I’ve been transparent with my hubs about the crazy woman in my mind that tells me that he will leave me for another. The disturbing broken record of failures, missteps, and meltdowns had me confused, but with a clearer mind and heart I feel a oneness with life and a calm confidence that every little thing is gonna be alright.

Even in my darkness, I can still feel the light.