What if I really AM . . .
angry? | hurt? | crazy? | desperate? | a fool? | unplugged? | a liar? | unqualified? | greedy? | materialistic? | a fraud? | worthless? | a bitch? | unwanted? | lazy? | stupid? | unworthy? | trash? | unplugged? | addicted? | depressed? | a horrible mother? | too old? | too late? | to blame? |
You’ve stood accused and guilty when you wished you could plead your innocence–or just temporary insanity. Wanting the chance to explain what really led up to all of this–to show living proof that it’s not who you are; but the words they said . . .
the labels that bear no expiration . . .
based upon pieces of truth
and un-truth, laced with venom and slung about like straightjackets.
And now it’s you, questioning you.
Standing there, toes on the threshold.
Skeleton key in hand.
What if you’ve been free all this time?
freedom to choose | purpose | dreams | soul | wisdom | passion | illusions | gifts to the world | creative flow | peace | story | potential| energy | brilliance | motivation | genius | true identity
by Honoring Your Truth
Even if it’s just a little bit at a time.
That’s what happens when you decide to become your own Truthfairy. It’s safe to tell you the Truth. You’re not judgmental. You’re kind, you’re intelligent, and you’re compassionate.
And the best part is, you know your story better than anyone.
Does this seem a little intimidating? Maybe even a little scary–or even dangerous? Everything about what has happened up to the moment you made it to reading this very WORD has been more unbelievable than fiction . . .
because it’s True.
Do you feel that?
That’s your Truth outgrowing your fear.
For each time the Truth seemed to hurt.
For each time compassion met you at the depth of your pain.
For every sacred moment you recognize in real time.
My story might be your medicine, and your story might be mine.
There’s more for you, Truthfairy.