The paradox of being called “too much” while feeling empty and burdened is a sign that we’ve misaligned ourselves inside and out.
We’re too much of everything and everyone else, and not enough of ourselves—effectively outsourcing who we are. When we’re “too much” and it’s all too much, do you even remember that you have feathers?
Can you still feel your wings
beneath all the heavyweight you’re carrying?
It’s time to shed some weight…
It’s time to shed trauma,
Shed pain and armor,
Shed all our defenses
and all our pretenses.
Shed the voices that settle us
into the mundane,
Shed the sedatives.
Shed all the things that don’t matter,
and all the people who make us feel
we don’t matter.
Shed the blame.
Why should we
be the ones holding shame
so the sh*tty ones can look pretty in a frame?
Shed the baggage that
isn’t ours to claim.
Shed everything that f*cks up our rhythm and pace.
Shed the poison that invades mental space.
Shed the needs that
rob us of our power.
Shed all the stories
that no longer empower.
Repeat this checklist until you can feel your wings again,
Then soar toward the light,
be the captain of the starchild within us.