What if, instead of changing, we did more becoming? Stop trying to 'improve' or change who we are; but instead we allowed.
Allowed all of who we are to appear.
To let our feelings have value and expression.
Give respect to emotions, especially when they appear difficult to honor.
Allow ourselves to be ourselves, without explanation.
Spend time watching for what we don't allow.
"I can't say that."
"I am not allowed to say No."
"I have to go..."
To explore what boundaries you have in place that keeps you from becoming You.
We often read and hear about setting boundaries; and we seldom hear about allowing.
Allowing yourself to be different, to not match, to not go along to get along, to speak up, to disrupt the flow, to burst forth in your truth.
Allow for actions to match your feelings; especially if they are different from what we have always done.
Allow yourself to grow and become from within, even if it opposes what you are comfortable with.
Letting the you inside of you become, is completely enthralling and magical and horrifying when you have lived away from yourself for a long while.
We choose to live lies, because we had to in order to survive; to be one with the group, to be approved of, to be liked, to fit in.
There also comes a time, we have to stop lying in order to live.
"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." Anais Nin
I have lived in a tight bud, my inner self and expression of me hidden from view. And, I have lived fully exposed and open. I prefer the blossom to the bud.
It is like breathing and not breathing.
Maybe it is comes with age, where it is harder to pretend; or we feel the passing of time and that we have less to live than what we have used up. But, if not now, when?
There is no part of me that wants to return to the bud.
When I followed the truth of what I felt, I began to unfold and expand and unfurl.
Allowing yourself to expose You, can be very terrifying, while extremely empowering and exciting. It is to watch the birth of you.
When I first began this process, there was just a small bud of me. A terrified bud. One who understood one thing. I was abused. And, the rest of my world didn't make sense.
Yet this one wounded bud, was enough to allow the rest of me to come forth. I didn't bloom in one day. It has taken years. Each year a bit more unfolds. In each choice, a petal is revealed.
Imagine the world if all of us could allow ourselves to become who we were born to be?
To fully express our inner beauty and originality!
What I know to be true, is that the blossom of you, will be fully supported.
And loved.
by you.
I am fairly certain that I am the most in awe of who I have become.
While the outside may appear bleak, that I have lost so much, my inner view, of the garden within, is quite lush.
I love myself much more as a full blooming flower.
Who knew what the bud would look like, when I allowed it to be Me.
Fear certainly kept me in a tight bud; fear of disappointing, being disproved of, disliked, unloved, unpopular.
Fears that were spot on.
They did come to fruition.
There truly does come a time, where the risk to remain tight in a bud is more painful than the risk to blossom.
I did lose.
But oh, did I gain.
Again, the blossom is so much more easier to be; than the bud.
As the blossoming flower, I can confidently express my nature.
Perhaps all those who are looking for change, are just looking for a petal to unfurl!
I hope so.
Allowing the petals to unfurl would bring such beauty to this world.
