YES to Joy, to Happy and to Free

I've got to admit, I'm not the most laid back sort of personality. 
Not the sanguine, air, otter sort in any of those online tests. 
I'm the choleric, fire, lion, campaigner one. 
The always on a mission, drive, create, explore sort of person. 
Which I think is why I fell for my super laid back, quirky, funny guy!.

This year though, I've made a choice. To embrace the ridiculous. To find fun a bit more. To find breathing space. To look for the joy every day. To take the moments to play with life.

You know, often us driven ones, we're so ready to get somewhere, we're hustling, looking for the next thing, wanting to get things just right, pushing into progress.

More and more I'm finding so much strength in looking for the fun and freedom. The spaces where I feel I can embrace my crazy. Where I forget the task lists and lean fully into play in the moment.

I've always been rather intuition led but this year it's stretched me to lean into what my heart desires just because. 
Not for a specific reason that I can immediately pinpoint but because it makes me HAPPY!

So yes to mission. 
Yes to purpose and do stuff and go. 
I am for all of those things.

But YES to Joy, to Happy and to Free as well.

So this is a picture of us, before spanish classes tonight, which even though they hurt my head are SO MUCH FUN!.
Just two weird kids, livin la vida loca!!

And here's a journal prompt for you to work with today.

'What makes your heart sing? 
What brings you joy, not because of the result but just because the doing of it brings your heart happiness?


Ticked Off

Today I woke up feeling ticked off at everything.
Just straight up irritable and annoyed but I didn’t know why. 

Checked the date, not PMS. 
Well ok... a grumpy start and nothing obvious to blame. 

Then I realised I was particularly short with just one member of my family.
I went to take a shower, a little escape. 

While our house is being built we live in a renovated shed with an outdoor bathroom so the winter air took my breath away before I stepped into the steady stream of hot water. 
Then it hit me. 

The cold air reminded me that despite how it feels, I can choose to step into the space in my heart and mind where there’s a steady stream of warm inviting alignment.

So I remind myself again that I get a choice. I can be pissed off, annoyed and let that fill my mind for the day. 

Or I can take a look at myself and see why I’m feeling so triggered. What’s in me that needs adjusting?

It’s a beautiful thing when you realise you get to choose alignment. 
It’s not something you just fall into. 
You make a decision that leads you into it. 

Where are you not aligned today?
Where are you pissed off, frustrated, feeling out of sorts and like something needs to change?

YOU have the power to choose something better. 
Something that works for you. 
Stop mucking around with the excuses that have held you back. Telling yourself it’s cause of this person or that, because you didn’t get handed the right resources, weren’t born into the right situation. 
YOU have the opportunity every day to grow and adjust, to move towards who you want to be and the life you want.
Choose well. 

x Meg

p.s - You know you sure don’t have to work a 9-5 right.
You don’t even have to do a certain type of business just because that’s what the cool kids are doing right now.
You can do digital and physical products if you want.

If you’re thinking physical products are the next aligned choice for your business but you’re not sure how to make it happen, message me. 

There's a Pebble in my Shoe

The jumping is done but ... there’s a pebble in my shoe. 
A small ever present niggle. 

If I walk the right way I can push it off to the side. Pretend it’s not there, ignore the frustration it causes. 

I act like it’s not rubbing on me, slowing me down. 
Like I can run freely despite it’s presence. 

These little rocks of expectation, whether perceived or real, sit in my shoe. 
The thought that I am not enough. That who I am is too much. 

Who am I to say ‘wake up’ when I feel like I’ll always be on a journey of becoming more fully alive?. 
Who am I to say dream when there is so much I’m yet to do?. 

When I am not enough or too much I know it’s because I’m afraid. 
Afraid people won’t like me, afraid I’ll say the wrong thing, afraid I’ll fail and fall. 

All of me is like a parachute I’m too afraid to open. 
I have jumped head long, the wind whips at my face and I am rushing headlong into a new reality, the thrill of it running through my veins but I’ve forgotten why I jumped. 

Just pull the damn cord, open up, show the truth, fly a little, enjoy the view. 
This is about perspective, this is about seeing where I’m supposed to land and surveying the space before me.

There are mountains to cross, homes to build, people to feed, love to be given. 
If I didn’t jump I never would have seen it all. 
If I didn’t jump I’d be stuck in the smallness of my old space. 
If I didn’t jump I wouldn’t have felt the wind wake my soul again. 

If and when it’s time to land, I hit the ground with that pebble in my shoe, it’s going to hurt like hell. 
It’s going to be all I think about instead of what my eyes have been opened to. 

Limping to my destination is not an option, so the pebble must go. 

x Meg

Waking Up

This whole waking up thing is harder than sleeping for sure. 
Being alive to what’s going on around you, and inside of you can take a whole lot of effort. 

Sleeping is designed for restoration and sometimes life hurts us too damn much so letting our souls go to sleep seems like the best option. 

It’s protective. We cocoon ourself in warmth, wrap ourselves up in how we feel and lay down in that. 

We zone out to the world around us and fall away in to nothingness. 

Rest has a place but life is for living, and being fully awake. 
You seriously can't stay there. 

Have you ever seen someone who’s had to lay in bed, bound by their body for months or years at a time? It doesn’t take long for their muscles to atrophy, they grow weak and unstable on their feet. 

Bed is good but not if you’re bound there. 
Not if you choose to stay there. 

If you’re lying around, in that half awake, half asleep time, get up already. 
Wake up. It’s time to do this. Get moving. 

You don’t get to do this life again. 
Not this one. Not your one that’s full of potential and promise. 

So stop telling yourself stories about why it’s better you stay asleep. 
Stories about how you hurt too much to get up. 

I know what it’s like to hurt. honestly. If you want to talk pain, I’ve got stories. 
But here’s the thing. So has everybody. 

Some of us hurt inside, some of us have bodies that hurt.
Other people hurt us and we hurt ourselves. 

And what?…

Is that actually going to be your excuse?

You can hold onto that excuse if you want. 
It’s your right and your choice. 
I can’t tell you what to do with your stories. 

But I can tell you what I know to be true for me. 
As hard as really waking up is, it’s a hell of a lot better than the pain of staying in slumber then waking up one day to find out the whole world kept moving without you. 

Because we’re not stopping. 
Those of us who’ve woken up to purpose and passion and life in full abundance. 
We can’t stop. 
We can’t wait for you forever.  

We can love you and stroke your head when you decide to wake up. 
We can help you through that, but when you’re fully asleep, there’s literally nothing we can do for you. 

You’re just lying there, unmoving and we have to keep going. 

I hate seeing that when people are so stuck in their pain, held fast by their stories that they won’t allow themselves to wake up and feel again, because I know what that feels like inside. 
To be held under that sleepy fog, not fully embracing who you are.  

I’ll keep calling through the fog. Hoping you hear this. Hoping today is your day. 
Time to wake up mighty one. 

P.s - Need someone to help you see the future you and what it might look like to really wake up. Message Me.