Does Surrendering Really Work?

“I have been driven many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had no where else to go. My own wisdom and that of all about me seemed insufficient for that day.” 

― Abraham Lincoln

Surrender. It’s a word thrown around so often and so casually that I feel, in some ways, we’ve lost sight of just how profound the very act of surrendering can be.

I’ve been in one too many yoga classes where the instructor touts some paraphrased version of this idea picked up in a book or from another teacher that I can’t help but wonder how many of them truly practice the suggestion they are regurgitating back to us? How many of them actually understand the true meaning of surrender? How many of them are mindfully letting go each and every day?

But then again, I found myself wondering if I even understand the meaning of the word myself?

As a self-proclaimed control freak, 'letting go' and 'surrendering' have often evoked a lot of eye rolls from me but mostly a lot of deep frustration and anxiety because honestly, I really suck at it. I’m always wondering how the hell do I surrender? Am I doing it right?

As a chronically nervous person, I often find myself full of worry, full of this need to manipulate and control as if that will bring me the peace I’m yearning for.

And then I wonder what will happen if I surrender all wrong? What if I surrender and something I don’t want shows up in my life? What if life gets all mucked up because I sat back, gave up what I think is right and gulp, surrendered?

What if surrendering actually fucks my life up?

But the last couple of years have stirred a curiosity deep within me and I realize it’s time to explore the truth behind this idea deeper.

Because one thing holds true, it seems like the harder I grasp on to the things I can not control, the more suffering I seem to experience in my inner, and outer world.

And I’m so bored with my suffering.

I’m so bored with the narrative swirling around in my head. The stories, the trauma, the anxiety buried deep in my chest.

I want it to rise up and out of me so I can just be, well, me.

I want to feel in total alignment with who I believe myself to be and have the confidence to bring her to the party no matter who is around or what is happening in my life.

I’m constantly hearing, "Let go, Amanda. Let go, Amanda. For God's sake, Amanda! Bloody hell…just let go already!” It’s no longer a whisper. In fact, it’s a feverish shout as if life has both hands clasped around my ear while simultaneously tapping on my head asking if anyone is home.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah” I mumble. “I’m coming. Hold your horses.”

I’m stubborn and a control freak and what is that saying? You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink.

And then I wonder, maybe I’m just not ready to give up my suffering? Maybe I’m not committed enough to being truly happy? What if, part of me, really loves my pain?

I had to find my own way to this moment.

To surrendering.

I had to wade and navigate through all the questions and the little voice that tells me all the lies of unworthiness and the self-inflected turmoil of long expired stories that keep playing over and over from deep within.

I had to find my way to letting go naturally. I had to want it that bad.

This experiment is a mix of curiosity and the profound wake up call I feel I’m having to go inward in a way I never have before.

So with much anticipation, a little nerves and a deep inhale here I go.

I’m SURRENDERING.

For the next 30 days I’m committed to this sacred act of letting go.

I’m not entirely sure what this will look like but here are a few things I do know.

When worry about money shows up, I’m going to remember that it’s always worked out. Not too mention I’m innovative and creative.

When fear of abandonment comes knocking, I’m going to tenderly love myself, hands clasped over my beating heart as I whisper to my inner child, ‘it’s ok, you are ok. I am here and I’m never leaving you.”

When anxiety taps on my shoulder I’m going to gently invite it to sit with me in silence as we close our eyes and breathe in and breathe out.

When I question my inner voice and feel like making a choice out of fear, I’m going to lovingly remind myself that I’m on the right path. That I am supported.

And when my ego kickstarts the engine I’m going to remind her that I’m driving. She’s welcome to ride along, but she does not have full control and I have no tolerance for back seat drivers.

I’m not sure where this will take me but I can assure you, it’s going to be one hell of a ride.

So does surrendering really work? We shall see.


My Plastic-Free Month

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This past weekend I was in a four-day training for NLP ( Neuro Linguistic Programming) and we learned of this idea that every day in our life, we are constantly filtering and deleting things from our reality. The trainer, Matt, referred to it as the Gorilla. We watched a video of a few men and women dressed in black and white passing a basketball back and forth. We were told to count how many times the basketball passes back and forth between people wearing black. 

When the video was over, Matt asked us some questions. One of them was, "How many of you saw the gorilla?" I had happened to see it but didn't think much of it. It was literally a person dressed in a gorilla suit walking right through the mix of people passing the basketball back and forth.

He then asked if we saw other things like a giant letter 'S' in the background and the person in the black shirt wearing white socks, etc. I hadn't noticed either of those. The idea is that all of us have filters and throughout our day, we are constantly omitting and deleting things from our reality. Basically, we see what we want to see. 

Over the course of the weekend, I thought about all the areas in my own life that I omit and delete which is basically, to some extent, every area. We all do it. But it made me think back to a morning I was walking Rocky and all of the sudden it was as if someone turned on a light switch and I saw the trash and garbage all over the ground for the first time ever. In reality, I had been thinking more about my own carbon footprint and the environment and thus, opened my reality up a bit to include it in my sight.

It was everywhere and it made me really sad and a little angry. How is it in this day in age we are still so careless with our beautiful planet? 

This got me thinking about the little things I could change in my own life to make an impact. It was really one of the last things, in my opinion, I needed to focus in on. I was already so aware of what goes in and on my body, it's was time to take a little more responsibility for my contribution to waste. 

I'll be 100% honest though, this area makes me nervous. We are all creatures of habit and like our little comforts. Giving up ALL plastic use for a month was going to really test me and I had to get really honest about this. At the same time, it was like the gorilla. My eyes had been opened and now I could no longer unsee it. 

I really wanted to know; how can I live with less while still obtaining the quality of life I truly cherish? ie: fixing up my house, eating a certain way, using certain products, etc. Is there a better way to go about all of this? Can I still be totally fulfilled all while consuming and using less?

This is about getting more conscious and taking more responsibility. 

I know for me, I hold onto a lot of things. I wouldn't say I'm a hoarder. I'm a bit too type A for that. However, if you open my cabinets, I have A LOT of stuff. It's just really organized, labeled and in alphabetical order. However, it dawned on me awhile back that I don't need all this stuff and I'd really love to learn to live with less. Way less. 

So I've committed to doing so. For the whole month of March. 

Plastic-Free March!

For the whole month of March I will not be buying or using anything that involves plastic. There are a few exceptions to this rule. 

1) I am going to continue using whatever I currently have in my house like plastic spray bottles that I clean with, my plastic waste bin under my sinks, hangers, etc. Over time however, I'd love to transition these idem out. Slowly. 

2) I am going to use biodegradable plastic poop bags for Rocky. Sorry, but I ain't picking up his poop with anything else but a plastic bag over my hand. It’s seriously what I imagine it would be like to pick up human poop. It’s gross. They will be biodegradable though. 

3) There are a few supplements I take that are non-negotiables for me. Untill I can find a better sorce, I need to continue taking them and unfortunately, they come in plastic bottles. Grrr.

Prep for a Plastic Free Month

So how does one prep for this? 

I had a bit of time to think about how I wanted to go about a plastic free month and thus, plenty of time to prep for it. 

These are some of the things I took into consideration to prep:

1) Gather all my reusable shopping bags and make sure they are accessible. 

Fortunately I already have about ten reusable shopping bags. These will be attached to my hip whenever I leave the house now.  No more laziness on my part!

2) Find those reusable produce and bulk item bags I got several years ago but never use. 

I got these several years ago when I was trying to reduce my footprint a bit. I got lazy and stopped using them after about two times. 

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3) Save everything that comes in a glass jar and go to a thrift store and purchase a few bigger sizes. 

I already try to buy most things in glass jars. Peanut butter, mustards, coconut butter and oil, etc. I even just found these at Sprouts! So stoked about this!

I save all my jars and use them for water glasses. However,  I have enough of those so the overflow will now become storage jars. I simple remove the labels. For those hard to remove labels, here is a little trick.

1/2 cup coconut oil
1/2 cup baking soda
6 drops Lemon Essential Oil

1) Mix all in a bowl. 
2) Spread mixture over label and wait 15 minutes.
3) Run under warm water and pull away label. If any areas stick,
just use your fingernail to scratch off a bit. 
4) Wipe clean with a cloth. 

 These are awesome to store items in the refrigerator or pantry. I needed a few bigger sizes so I just went to my favorite thrift store and bought a few for a dollar each. Unless you are canning, you really never need to buy brand new jars. 

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4) Take inventory of what I currently use and how I will handle it if I run out during the month. ie: shampoo, conditioner, etc. Even my tampons have plastic on them! 

I follow a woman on Instagram who has made this her mission. She now educates others on how to go plastic-free. She is really inspiring and I've learned a lot from her. She lives in Australia and goes to this amazing bulk store where they have EVERYTHING in bulk and you just bring in your own containers. shampoo and conditioner! It’s dreamy. If anyone knows of a place like this around Encinitas or in the greater San Diego area, PLEASE let me know.

As for tampons, I finally got the Diva cup. I've had several people recommend getting this but I was super nervous. Turns out it's really easy to use and I never have to use tampons again. Which is amazing because those little little guys are bleached and to be honest, I really don't want something with bleach going up my most precious lady parts. :) It’s a sacred space for sacred things!

5) Do a test run grocery shopping.

The other day I did a little test run and it was hard. It's really mind blowing what has plastic on it. Even my pure maple syrup has a plastic top. However, one of the things I realized and that totally excited me was that this is going to greatly cut down on the random items that end up in my basket. That, in my opinion, is a major win!

6) Start slow if need be.

Not everyone needs to go all in right off the bat like me. I'm doing this to see where I can be stretched a bit. It's easier because it's just me. I don't have a partner or kids to incorporate. With that being said, I don't think that should be an excuse either. I think this is an awesome thing you could do WITH your kids! 

7) Get Honest. What do you really need?

Here is a look inside my medicine cabinet. PS – who else LOVES looking in people’s medicine cabinets? It’s werid, I know and I promise I don’t do it randomly! But you can really learn so much about someone in their medicine cabinet. There fridge too! I LOVE looking inside people’s refrigerators!

But really? How much do we need. Raise your hand if you are like me and have about five different lotions, three different face washes, a plethora of hair products, makeup out the wazoo and the list goes on. I don’t even really wear makeup and I have shit ton of it!

It’s time to get real and get rid of stuff. Well, use it up first, find the products you truly love, and stick with them.

8) Less is more

 Marketers are really clever. Like, really clever. So much so that they have this incredible way of convincing us that we will finally reach the level of happiness we hope for by consuming and buying more. There are a few areas I will be obstaining from for March and indefinitely.

a)      Sorry Target but you and I are breaking up. I know your clothes are cheap and adorable but you see, they fall apart so easy and sometimes I just buy them because they are cheap and they sit in my closet for ever before I wear them. I want my purchases to mean more and they just don’t with you anymore. Just your clothes. Not your homegood ;)

b)     Only quality makeup and hair products. Cheap comes with a price. Most of the time the products that are cheap to buy are loaded with chemicals and in my opinion, even worse, tested on sweet, poor, helpless animals. So, without breaking my bank account, I’m only purchasing products that I truly align with. My goal is to eventually get rid of the medicine cabinet and replace it with a mirror. I can do it!

 

So that is it for now.  It’s been about five days and it’s going really well! Stay tuned for an update about mid-month.

In the meantime, leave a comment below telling me some of the things you think you’d have a hard time giving up. I’d love to create a resource for you to help you reduce your waste!

It's Okay To Do This

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"And now we welcome the new year. Full of things that have never been" - Rainer Maria Rilke

A brand new year. An opportunity to do things differently, to begin again. 

I hope you remember in this coming year that: 

It’s ok to not be perfect because when you can accept that you are imperfect you will finally realize you are perfect just the way you are.

It’s ok to be disappointed when something doesn’t work out the way you hoped because eventually, you’ll see that this disappointment brought an opportunity that never would have happened had what you wanted actually come into fruition. 

It’s ok to not always be strong or brave or courageous.  

It’s ok to not clean out his closet for days or weeks or years or ever even, if it never feels right. It was a love so deep and for so long, most of us only dream of experiencing that. 

It’s okay to say goodbye to people without actually saying the words. Send them love, or not. Wish them well, or not. And let them go. Close the door. Move on. 

It's also ok to say no. As much as you want, to whatever doesn't feel right in your soul. 

It’s ok to not practice yoga or meditate or journal. You can still be a deep, meaningful, inspired, creative, spiritual person. 

It’s ok to not be over him or her yet. Know that with enough time and distance, you will be one day. 

It’s ok to try a million different things over the course of your lifetime. You're a complex, ever-evolving person and hey, it gives you so many great stories to tell. 

It's ok if you don’t feed your kids homemade organic meals from scratch every night and you opt for a box of Mac and Cheese. 

It’s ok if the house is messy and you move the clothes from the bed to the floor for a week straight. 

It’s ok if you delete friends off social media. And it’s ok if that’s me. 

And it's definitely okay if you decide to delete social media altogether. The world will go on. 

It’s ok if you fall off the diet wagon day two of the new year. And it’s definitely ok to say a big FU to diets in general. 

It’s ok to want to grow and change and shed old skin. Even if you are worried what others may think. Even if it feels scary. 

It's okay to stop caring what other's think. In fact, I highly recommend it. 

It’s ok to go to the grocery store and buy nothing on your list but come home realizing you just bought $150 worth of food. 

It’s ok to start over...and over ... and over again until you find what fits. 

It’s ok if you like to say fuck. It’s really ok. 

It's ok if some days you just want to hide away and turn off your phone and watch twenty-five episodes of Sex and the City. 

It's ok to not have it all figured out. 

It's ok to be different and fully embrace it. 

It's ok to cry a lot. Again, you are a complex human with a ton of emotions. 

It's ok to want more for yourself and it's ok to be perfectly happy with where you are right now. 

It's ok to let go of the need to be a certain size. 

It's ok to stop coloring your hair and embrace the grey and it's ok to color your hair until the day you die.  

It’s ok to be 37 and still single after 4 years. 

It’s ok to eat quesadillas for lunch for a week straight. Quesadillas are really good. 

I can go on and on but the moral of the story is, I hope you go into 2018 knowing wherever you are, right this moment, is perfectly ok. 

Stop being so hard on yourself. 

Here is to a brand-spankin' new year. 

What's Love Got To Do With It?

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"If you are searching for that one person that will change your life, take a look in the mirror." - Unknown

The other day I was Skyping with a friend who's current situation eerily resembles mine almost three and a half years ago. As she shared her fears and worries, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of empathy and compassion for where she was. As she nervously confided in me about her decision to leave her marriage of two years, I wanted to wrap my arms around her and say, "It's gonna be okay. I promise. One day it will be even better then okay." 

I wanted to tell her everything I had learned over the last three and a half years about love and how sometimes loss leads you to discovering some of the most magical things about yourself and about life.

I wanted to share how a lot of the time, we think the love from someone else is enough but it isn't. What is enough however is having the courage to do what is in your heart which isn't always the easy thing.

 But I couldn't, it wasn't my place. I knew all these lessons were ones she had to come to on her own. All I could do was listen and hope that she felt my love and support from thousands of miles away. 

It got me wondering though, how many people are married or coupled up who have done so under the same false pretenses I did? The one that says the right person will come along and save you. They will love you enough so that you won't have to learn the very thing that WILL save you; loving yourself.

 I also wondered how many people were staying in relationships that resembled the very one I was in because it felt safe or because they felt it was something the should do. Those damn should's. 

I grew up believing in the fairy tale. The one that had my prince charming riding in on his Technicolor My Little Pony and rescuing me in some way, shape or form. Hey, these were my fantasies and regular horses bored the hell out of me. My Little Ponies were what my romantic dreams were made of. 

He’d trot in with his perfectly parted Ken Doll hair because what young girl doesn't adore Ken. With his sparkling blue eyes and his big, bronze muscles, which were just a little stiff if you asked me, and he'd scoop me up with his arms that barely hinged at the elbows and we’d ride off into the blazing sunset to live happily ever after in our Barbie Dream House. The one with the white picket fence, the perfect career making the perfect amount of money, the 2.5 kids, and a friggin' partridge in a pear tree.  And that wouldbe our "The End".

Fast-forward to real life and one painfully failed marriage and a handful of brutal dating scenarios with openly emotionally unavailable men and this single thirty-seven year old has finally realized that love looks a little different then what my youthful (and delusional) dreams were once so naively made of.

It's taken me a long time to admit to myself that real love isn't the stuff that Blockbusters and fairytales are made of.

It definitely isn’t a Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan movie.

It isn’t black and white.

And absolutely, under no circumstance, can real love sweep in on a brightly colored pony and save you. 

Entering any partnership under these pretenses is bound to fail you at some point.  

But let me start from the beginning. Let me tell how I came to realize that I had it all wrong. That my idea of real love was nothing more then a deceptive idea passed down over time and adopted by a girl who just wanted a happily ever after. 

Let me tell you what love isn't

I remember waking in the early hours of a cold February morning in 2014 from another restless night sleep. A fresh layer of white snow covered the bare vines and steep rolling hills of the fifty acre farm and vineyard I had called home for the past four years. I pulled the covers up close to my chin and in the stillness of the early morning light left over from the moon, I looked to my left at the silhouette silently sleeping next to me and my chest tightened. The heaviness returned from its eight hour break and once again, I wondered how I had allowed myself to get here. 

That had become the norm. I was thirty-three and found myself in a manipulative marriage of less then two years that had become more about constantly trying to change each other then acceptance, support, encouragement and love. I found myself constantly wondering if this was really it. Was this really what love and marriage were? Deception, lies, dread and control? 

Was I really that desperate to be coupled up that I had sacrificed my own personal happiness to do so? 

What about the fairytale? What about my prince charming and my technicolor pony ride off into my rainbow color sunset? What about my happily ever after? 

I slipped out from beneath the covers, quiet as to not wake my then husband, desperate for a few more hours to myself before I had to face my very own Jackal and Hyde. I tip toed down the stairs into the bathroom on the main floor and flipped on the light. Instead of avoiding the mirror as I normally did, I stood, staring down the reflection.

I looked tired and defeated from the daily disappointment and heartache of what I had allowed my life to become. I had no idea who the women in the mirror was. I had broken a promise I made to myself a long time ago after growing up with parents who's marriage resemble the one I now found myself frantically treading water in.

"How did you let this happen? This can't be it." I whispered to the girl in the mirror. For the first time I allowed the words to bubble up and before I knew it, slip out my lips and into the hands of the very thing that could save me, my own.  

It was as if I had broken some kind of spell and I snapped out of the delusional fog I was in. I made a promise to  myself that I would do whatever I had to do to live this one precious life the way I knew, in my heart, I needed to live it. Not chasing down the love of someone else but rather figuring out what that meant on my own.

The events that transpired over the next two months were heavy and heartbreaking but perfectly laid out for me so that I had no other choice but to leave.

In mid-May, just days before what was to be my second wedding anniversary, I found my car packed with all my belongings as I drove north back home to Seattle wondering how I was ever going to put my life back together. However, in my heart I knew a life stumbling solo was far better then being coupled up in something that was abusive and neglectful and lacking any sense of what I believe to be true love

So what does love have to do with it anyway?

Not to sound incredibly cliche, but one of the greatest lessons I learned from walking away from my marriage was that love between two people just isn't enough. You have got to love yourself first. Unfortunately, I had no idea what that looked like and had a long road of hard and repetitive lessons ahead.

How we learn to love ourselves looks different for all of us but I wholeheartedly believe that until we learn to do just that, our lives are going to be full of a lot of pain and suffering because we are going to be constantly looking for that love from others.

The greatest step I ever took was finally listening to my heart and walking away from something that was safe, comfortable and familiar for the complete and utter unknown. It was in that moment I cracked a little piece of the puzzle and realized that this was the way to the truth. This was the way I was going to learn how to love myself and step into a life that felt like me. 

The moment I drove away from comfort I knew I had started a wild and crazy journey into the depths of my own heart. Something I had only ever dipped my toes in. 

I said yes to something big and scary and I have kept saying yes to things that terrify me because I know they will keep leading me to deeper parts of myself. 

So what does love have to do with it? 

Absolutely everything. 

Love with someone else may not be enough but you better believe the love you feel for yourself is. That is the answer. Until you know what that looks like it is going to be really hard to invite in the kind of love you deserve and want with someone else. 

The path isn't always paved perfectly and those bumps and challenges are usually leading you to discovering another part of yourself that needs some love. That's what all those hard, often repetitive lessons are meant to do. They are supposed to shine light on the areas that need more of your own love. 

That is where I'm at now, facing many of the same lessons over and over, slowly realizing I have the choice to love myself enough to say not again.

I'm learning to love myself by leaning into those parts of me that are unfamiliar and choosing to do things differently. I'm creating the life I want that feels like the truth even if it doesn't make sense at the time. And I'm just going to keep doing this. Day in and day out. I'm going to wake up every day and continue to make choices, easy or hard, that are based around doing what is best for my heart, my path, my journey, my life.

I'm going to continue to say goodbye to people, places and things that do not serve my heart and allow time and truth to cultivate the space for those things that do. 

So that hopefully, one day, when the right man walks into my life, I can let him love me just that way too. 

 

 

Guest Post: Being You (and not just snippets of you) by Elizabeth McKenzie

Hey loves! How was your weekend? Mine was quite relaxing. We finished up the last few days of summer on Saturday with sunny blue skies and highs in the 80's and Sunday was cloudy, cooler and rainy. The perfect day to curl up with a good book, a cup of warm tea and get cozy for the day. It's also the start of football session which brings back so many memories from my youth. I personally have a hard time watching it but I love having it in the background as lose myself in the kitchen or a good book.

What do you love about the transition from summer to fall?

To continue this exciting month of amazing women and giveaways, today I have a lady who embodies authenticity and strength. She is, in my humble opinion, a queen of magnificence, a firer starter and a champion for helping women find their voice. She's a gem.

Elizabeth from Your Higher Self is here today to talk about a subject that I think is SO important; Being YOU and to offer one of you a special little treat. Read on to see what it is.

Don't forget about the other awesome gifts from the two previous weeks. My birthday may be long over but the fun around here is not!

+ One-Month 'Build Your Best Life' Personalized Coaching with ME

+ An A-MAZ-ZING Veggie Pasta Spiralizer for some healthy alternatives to your traditional pastas

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E.McKenzie

How hard is it to be you these days? You let one little fuck out and you become the girl who swears. You wear kicks instead of high heels and you’re not a lady and then you write something profound and deep and you’re the spiritual hippy. Someone sees you got a few tattoos and now you’re the badass.

Okay so my little rant was probably more related to me then to you because I’ve felt it lately. Ya know, the labels, the fitting people into neat categories, the teeny snippets of me. And it’s not just other people doing it. I do it too. To myself.  When I started my blog in 2012 I labelled myself a spiritual seeker. Period. That was it. For ages I thought that since that was the person I put out there, that was the only way I was allowed to be. I wasn’t allowed to swear or talk about rad shoes ever. And heaven forbid I told anyone I was obsessed with tracking down boyfriend jeans.

I had reduced my whole entire self to just one teeny aspect – being the spiritual seeker. Which wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the entire truth either. And after months living only a snippet of me, I got tired. It was boring, restrictive and not fun because it wasn’t me. And so there came a point where I couldn’t contain my true self any more. It was a gradual shift, in hope that people wouldn’t notice. But people noticed, and started complimenting me on doing my thing. On being real. Whole. My true self.

In the spirit of this post and being 100% me, here’s some things about me that just don’t make sense:

I love Nike shoes and hi tops/ I also love to dress up and wear dresses and heels/ I listen to heavy metal (one of my favorite bands is in flames)/ I also listen to Britney Spears and hip hop/ I’m studying speech pathology/ I’m going to study kinesiology/ I love greasy pizza and ice cream/ I love green smoothies/ I talk to my angels/ I love evidence based practice in proving therapy works in speech pathology/ I swear / I have an awesome sweet voice that makes kids love me/ I love tattoos/ I use crystals/ I yell and scream at the footy and guess what? I’m so totally happy sharing all those aspects that make me whole.

Your turn:

How to be 100% you.

+ It’ll take time

Mostly because as you start to be more open to being you, you start discovering what you like and what you don’t and what you’re willing to do and what you’re not. Essentially the more you start being you, the more you’ll understand who you are. And this will change over time.

+ It’ll scare the shit out of you

The first time you share something you’ve never shared before will scare you. Don’t let that stop you. Even if you only share the teeniest bit of information, stand your ground. You’ll feel amazing once you do and guess what? 99.99% of people are pretty awesome and open to knowing the real you!

+ You’ll try to sabotage yourself to protect yourself

You’ll try and stop yourself from being completely whole by trying to convince yourself that this isn’t actually you. Try to zoom out the focus and look at yourself as a whole. Like me, you’re probably a whole bunch of contradictions and that’s okay.

+ You’ll feel free and light and uplifted and inspired by YOURSELF

When you’re brave enough to share the real you, you’ll feel energised. You’ll smile uncontrollably, you’ll feel love, you’ll feel light and supported. Your life will change, and you’ll question why you were terrified to begin with.

+ People will notice and be cool with all of you

That’s right. Even if you don’t directly share information, by just being you people’ll start to notice and they’ll ask if you got a new haircut or new moisturizer because you look amazing and it’s true - you do, because you’re 100% you.

+ You’ll gain confidence

The more you practice being you, the better you get. The better you get the more confident you are.  It’s that whole practice makes perfect thang.

+ You’ll discover what you want to do in life

The best thing about being 100% you, besides feeling incredibly happy is that you’ll be able to actually live the life you’re meant to be living this lifetime. By being 100% who you are, you’ll discover what you’re ultimate dreams are, and with that confidence you’ll be able to go out and actually achieve them.

And if you’re still not convinced here’s your permission slip:  You are allowed to be all of you, not just snippets of you.

Elizabeth McKenzie

Hey yo! I’m Elizabeth, I’m a speech pathologist, kinesiologist and life coach in training and the creator of Bringing Sexy Back Bootcamp. I help women rock their life with confidence, passion and purpose. I show them how to make that seemingly impossible life possible.

Women come to me because they feel stuck, insecure and afraid of their future. I give them a mojo injection, a permission slip to speak their truth and the skills and habits to create and maintain a life they’ve chosen for themselves. As a result, my clients own their destiny, and their sexy selves.

Grab my free ebook ‘Me, my highest self and I: 20 ways to skyrocket your relationship with yourself’ HERE .  And say hello on facebook.

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