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I’ve had to sit with this for a minute for sure. Pausing often to reflect and make a conscious decision on the path I should take henceforth. That has been quite the ride. I reckon, still is for the most part. I’m becoming more skilled at navigating and finding grounding or I could always trace it back to my north.
Authenticity is a beautiful term. Earlier in the year, with one of the people in my life I greatly respect, we did an assignment. We narrowed down, from a sizable list, five values. These were representative of the people that we were in that moment and what we then were actively and intentionally moulding our characters to reflect. Amongst love, abundance, community and wealth was authenticity. The gravity of it then perhaps was yet to really sink in but it had become something I had been consistently working on for some time now. Being gentle yet firm with myself when I needed to integrate lessons; actively seeking out and existing in spaces that encouraged my sense of expression and most of all, honoring every emotion; feeling its depth and letting it flow through. Exhaling. Non-conformity. From a reforming people pleaser, it has felt abrasive and confrontational but it’s oh so freeing and I’ve been pleasantly surprised at the new synapses that have been explored as a result.
Robert Frost talks about two forks on a road and all of them, in hindsight, appeared to be worn…
