A letter to me from my mommy within…

Hey Tre Tre,

Hugging you deeply right now for a couple of things.

You soo get that the pull to call yourself an idiot is not your real voice.

You really believed choices you made then were right ones.

And you know that for those moments they were necessary.

You know it’s awesome possum that you are seeing other ways, other possibilities and other paths to achieve your goals.

This is growth lovebug and I’m sooo hugging you for getting this.

You are allowed to step into what you see.

You are not losing anything.

You can’t be made to regret or fret over how will x, y, z get done if you’re not still doing what you were doing.

We get that doing what we were doing wasn’t getting us exactly where we need to go as much as this other way can.

It’s all okay.

The blarings that wanna bash you and shun you and call you and idiot are not your voice.

The accusation saying if you change the exact rigid way you were pursuing this goal you’re weak and a quitter..that voice also isn’t yours. You know this.

I wanna hug you hugely for standing in this fact that you sooo get those accusing voices are not yours anymore.

You are soo learning how to not take steps that answer those voices.

As if doing anything they say is how to prove a life well or rightly lived.

You know ultimately there’s no right or wrong there is just being.

So no matter what the surface looks like.

No matter who is judging your appearance, you get that you are winning this inner battle of answering to guilt or shame.

You so get that you are winning this battle of listening to the direction of should be doing this or ought to be doing that.

And because you get how not to respond to those lures?

You’re digging deeper into that total conscious living you’re striving to live anyway.

The. whole. point.

I love you luvbug.

I’m sooo grateful for your courage. Your perseveerance. Your stick to it ness.

And your willingness to realize there has to be another way and that it’s not okay to keep bashing your head against the wall in a way that just isn’t working for you.

I love you

I am always right here for you

And I will never think you are too slow, too inept, too weak, too scared.

l will never call you selfish for following your heart.

You are moving and peaking mountains girl.

And you and I know this.

Huggabuggas,

Mommy (within)