I could choose to stay in this state of anxiousness. To let the unknown swallow me up. To feel like loose ends dangling at the exact moment I have forgotten how to tie laces and pretty bows. I could let the tide carry me where it may, throwing me onto the shore of a deserted island or dragging me down to the depths where there is no place to breathe. I could say it doesn't really matter, make nice and stay quiet because that's what a good girl (or an evolved woman) is supposed to do.
or...i can submerge.
Submerge is saying yes to all the things that feel like an open window on the first warm spring day.
Submerge is permission to feel whatever i want without guilt and apology.
Submerge is allowing myself to sink in and finally make the time to heal the things that need healing.
Submerge is releasing my grip from the floating debris and quietly slipping below the waves that rock me to find the place where there is less friction and more steady, unencumbered movement.
Submerge is that moment when your ears fill with water and everything is dull and crystal clear simultaneously.
Submerge is presence with my children, my love, my business, my clients and friendships and myself.
Submerge in order to create offerings that align and heal in new ways, collaborate with women who speak my language and be open to experiences that require that good kind of stretching that feels like coming home and boarding a plane to somewhere new all at the same time.
Submerge is not shying away from the work. dedicating myself to the parts that make me squirm and the ones with the potential to make me soar.
Submerge and reunite with the creativity that's begging to recirculate through my veins.