It is okay that I am slow and silent.
It is okay that I have a deep need for solitude.
Every day that I wake up,
I get closer and closer
to the seed of myself,
and there is nothing more important than clearing the way to this seed
that needs to blossom.
I applaud every single rejection I receive.
The more noes I get,
the faster I forge into the truest expression of myself.
It’s okay to disengage with whatever makes me feel out of alignment,
even if it’s family, even if it’s a mentor, even if it’s friends,
even if it’s home, even if it’s what has always worked in the past,
even if it pisses people off.
I am committed to my soul’s purpose.
I submit myself to a higher power in order to honour this commitment.
I place 100 percent of my trust in this higher power, which is also myself.
I no longer poison my body,
and I keep my channel clear.
I am no longer afraid of what may come through
a clear channel.
I work every day to calm my nervous system
and overcome the illusion of threat.
It is safe to listen to my intuition.
My inner voice always knows what’s best,
so I stop pretending to not know what it’s saying.
I expel any lingering feelings of inferiority for not being “normal.”
It’s okay that I don’t care about marriage and kids.
It’s okay that I don’t mind putting myself first.
It’s okay that I’m not a member of the “busy” club.
It’s okay that I don’t give a sh*t about Tinder
It’s okay that I don’t want it all—
not even close.
I don’t want any of it.
Burn it all to the ground.
It’s okay that I want to continue free falling into the mystery.
It’s okay if people want to ridicule me for not
making all of my decisions based on facts.
Wasn’t every fact once a possibility?
It’s okay that I am slow and silent.
It’s okay that I have a deep need for solitude.
It’s all okay.