Hi Jillian. I know this post was written months ago, but I am grateful it found its way to the top of my feed now. Because the universe’s timing always delivers the messages we need to hear, but only once we are ready to listen.
It’s an idea I’ve been struggling with the past few days - who gets to call themselves a writer? What is keeping me from stepping into the role I believe I was created for? Fear. Fear of being seen, of being judged, of being torn down by others who don’t understand why someone would leave the quiet comfort of what they’ve always known, fear of blowing things up and making a mess and all of the effort being for naught.
And then I am reminded there’s a reason my soul speaks within me the way it does - it was meant to be shared. What an affront to the creator who bestowed this desire, and gave me these experiences - some so unfathomable I worry I won’t do them justice with my words - if not for the purpose of making a difference to the one who reads them. How dare we not share our gifts as they were intended and made manifest inside us?
When I was coming out, the phrase that kept arising within me was, “With acceptance, there is peace.” I feel it again now, with writing. It’s an “are you finally willing to stop resisting and let this happen?” moment of reckoning. And what that taught me was that yes, being brave is scary, but it’s the only way to get the life you were meant to have. 💕🏳️🌈
Hi Jillian. I know this post was written months ago, but I am grateful it found its way to the top of my feed now. Because the universe’s timing always delivers the messages we need to hear, but only once we are ready to listen.
It’s an idea I’ve been struggling with the past few days - who gets to call themselves a writer? What is keeping me from stepping into the role I believe I was created for? Fear. Fear of being seen, of being judged, of being torn down by others who don’t understand why someone would leave the quiet comfort of what they’ve always known, fear of blowing things up and making a mess and all of the effort being for naught.
And then I am reminded there’s a reason my soul speaks within me the way it does - it was meant to be shared. What an affront to the creator who bestowed this desire, and gave me these experiences - some so unfathomable I worry I won’t do them justice with my words - if not for the purpose of making a difference to the one who reads them. How dare we not share our gifts as they were intended and made manifest inside us?
When I was coming out, the phrase that kept arising within me was, “With acceptance, there is peace.” I feel it again now, with writing. It’s an “are you finally willing to stop resisting and let this happen?” moment of reckoning. And what that taught me was that yes, being brave is scary, but it’s the only way to get the life you were meant to have. 💕🏳️🌈