Ready or Not?
When I started writing my book I thought I was ready.
Anything I seem to create is a living creation….
I go through cycles of breakdown and breakthrough (as we all do) while creating THE THING I am creating.
Just like all the courses and programs I’ve created and launched before now, I was living inside of that distinction, that transformation I was offering at the time inside that program or course.
Life has been one big 180.
In the past 14 months I’ve torn down an identity that did everything on her own.
Letting someone else lead is a whole new ball game.
But I’m here for the cracker jacks!
The book started in one era and I’m pondering finishing it in another era.
I haven’t read it.
I just wrote.
7 chapters in and I took a break.
Facing the deeper parts of me jolted me to a stop. Pause.
Doesn’t every woman love a strong man who will put her in her place.
His gentle but solid leadership, council, and guidance.
Who knew he’d be the catalyst through the new cocoon to butterfly effect…
But gracious is his patience.
And even though this piece of writing isn’t necessarily about him, we all have something that is THE FORK in the road.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood?
Old me went one way.
New queen went the other.
Whoever said just walk away, you weren’t ready for what’s to come.
INSIDE the relationship is where you’re forced to look in the mirror.
An awakening you didn’t know you asked for.
Expansion and Contraction
Mid book showstopping transformation, if you let it happen.
I came 500 miles and I have 500 more to go.
Destination: queen stop 808.
And although I like to write in rhymes and rhythms, it all points back to the single fact that this life was meant for expansion and expansion you will get.
And when expansion isn’t allowed you feel depressed and small as if living another human’s life, not your own.
So, expansion? How I love thee.
Bring on the breakdowns and show me the breakthroughs.
Lead me to myself and take me deeper down in.
Shine the goodness of God’s mercy, his forgiveness, and his abundance not just for me but for all I come in contact with.
You included sugar pie.
What can I say? I’m a dreamer and an actor in this story.
Whether my words impact you or not, they still flow from fingers so desperate to write what a voice just can’t say.
Expression for expressions sake.
Fan the Finger Flames
And so we go forward together.
If you’re not growing, are you shrinking?
If you’re not facing difficult situations that demand you to rise to the occasion, are you contracting?
It’s ok. ALL of it is the whole part. The whole purpose. The exact way you do it is perfect for you.
And having you here with me as we go is a pleasure.
Just don’t let your book sit in you forever.
Let your fingers fan the flame of your soul.
Because when it ends, it ends (at least here on Earth as we know).
For my soul sisters and brothers.
So much love and transformation to you,
Zoey
