Grieving my old self

In 1 week I’m embarking on a new journey. A journey that I consciously choose for myself. A journey i’m being pulled to.

It’s scaring the crap out of me as this is the first time in my 36 years alive that I’m doing so. BTS stream of tears are caressing my face right now, add the occasional sniffle to that too.

I’m grateful for the part of myself that has brought me to this moment here. She’s incredible, she’s strong, thoughtful, placed other people in front of her always, caring, empathic, persistent, and so much more.

I’m letting her go in a way. She’ll no longer be in charge. I’m bringing on a new CEO Queen in my life. 

I can allow myself to let this old of me go as I’cve accepted her, exactly how she is. I love her and I’m grateful for all that she brought into my world. I’ve stopped trying to change her. And by accepting, comes release, lightness in my new decisions.

This is the second time I’m feeling a big shift in Identity, and it won’t be the last and I’m a eternal student of life, I’ll learn and evolve.

The transition periods are part of the journey. Fear comes up as I’m letting of one hand of who I was to leap into my new version.

As uncomfortable as it feels, I embrace this journey as I know what’s coming up ahead for me is bigger, brighter, bolder than anything I can currently envision. More surprising too. AND it’s in the direction that fills my heart with joy. Following my wild heart.