Awake.jpgHello dear friends!

Have I got news for you! No, it’s not what you’re probably thinking – the home or money thing – it is something even better. Explosive, in fact. Let me explain.

When I started Redo365 more than two years ago, a primary intention was to eradicate my propensity for self-loathing and unworthiness. To accomplish this I knew I would have to find my blocks and blast them to smithereens. I was (still am) determined to chase down my demons and transform them into angels and come to fully love and accept myself. I planned to eat carefully, drink responsibly, and move my body. I planned to address language in an effort to release patterns of negativity. In a nutshell, I sought happiness via self-responsibility and accountability. And, as I write this to you today, there’s no doubt in my mind that I’ve achieved everything I set out to do because I am happy. Furthermore, I like myself more and more each day.

Oh, of course, I stray and sink into default reactions like self-pity and fear more than I want to, but I am human and still working toward my ideal. I will always be a work in progress. But, no one can head out on a journey of self-discovery without some success unless unwilling to confront truths honestly. Change is inevitable. And once change occurs, awareness grows. Next step is embodying the awareness. Once that takes place, transformation happens allowing a brand new cycle to begin. And on and on it goes.

Every time we consciously decide to shine a light on our darkness, we begin that journey of self-discovery. It does not come easily. It is not for the faint of heart. There are few road maps. No one else has done exactly what you will need to do, and no one can do it for you. However, don’t let go of any supportive hands. Their grip will keep you from disappearing into the void. And others’ encouragement can help keep you on track. But, ultimately, it is up to you and you alone. The messages you receive – and you will get loads – are meant for you – not someone you think should change to make you feel better. Uh uh. The person in the mirror is the only one who should be listening, the only one who needs to change. What others are doing matters not. And I for one am glad I kept listening because today I woke up for the millionth time.

I can safely say I am an awakened woman, now. I know her because I have met her from time to time. But mostly, I put her down, walked away from her, silenced and closeted her. I did not want her to dress me. I would not let her speak for me. I could not feel into the places and spaces she asked me to go. Her power and unmitigated passion frightened me. I could not and would not trust her. This morning, however, when she called once more, I mustered the courage to accept her invitation. In so doing, I feel I am on my way home.

Today’s choice alters my path significantly. I suddenly have different tales to tell. I have new stories to share about who I am and how I came to be. My narrative from this point onward will not be for lazy eyes or wobbly hearts. It will be wild and untamed. Its purpose will be singular: to help everyone embrace their awakened souls and connect to their fearless natures. I want you all to find your way home. But do not mistake my gesture. It is not altruistic. In fact, it is rather selfish. My desire to help you deepens my commitment to stay the course, that’s all. Remember, I am merely a work in progress.

So here is my wish today. That those who desire a new and peaceful planet will by whatever means necessary, make their way home and reunite firstly with their awakened soul. From there everything is possible.

Until tomorrow…


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