A Call to Roar
To those who read this and say “Yes!” —
You’re my kind of wild warrior woman. I want to work with YOU.
I have lived long enough to know what I stand for. I don’t have time for crap or people that sap my energy. I know I can succeed in what I’m doing now, but I’m bored, questioning, done with this role, this place, this phase. I can feel something else emerging or wanting to emerge. I need the space to reflect and explore what this could be. I’m ready for the next level, the next place in my life. I’m ready to lift my head up and see what I really want, instead of going through the door straight ahead – explore sideways, upside down, in the hidden corners that I didn’t even notice before.
I want to surface from treading water, find that fresh air and drink it in, nourish that wisest part of me that whispers in the quiet, brave, full moments. And that screams when I ignore it too long. Deep down, I know I have what I need. I have that voice steeped in wisdom. I can figure this out. AND I also need help, a space that’s all mine with no one else’s words, needs, chatter, baggage in my head.
I need a partner to be my mirror, my champion, my coach who speaks to that inner whisper until it cuts through the noise and rings in my ears with a sense of freedom. It isn’t insane, crazy, unrealistic or any of the other labels. When I speak out loud, it resonates in my body like the reverberations of my favorite song, my anthem vibrating in my chest.
It actually makes all the sense, it says the things that I convinced myself weren’t “allowed”. It’s actually not so big, so impossible, so wild. Instead, it’s real, it’s my truth, it’s magnificent, and I want to follow it.
How do I tap this wisdom in those 2am moments of worry, calm those jitters before my meeting, relax into this slower, more truthful core? How do I bring more of what lights me up into my life? Make it the 80%, not the 20. How do I live the things I believe passionately, and do it sustainably, thoughtfully, purposefully? I don’t want to be a zombie walking through my life, letting soul-sapping or bandaid-pursuits eat away at my brain, my soul. This is a fight for my heart, mind, and body.
Hear me ROAR!
Fuck mediocrity. Not being enough. Have tos, should dos, nevers, impossibles. Criticism that weighs me down with others’ baggage. Sexism, racism and unjust systems that feel pervasive and impenetrable. Fuck the accepted wisdom. If it were true, nothing would change. And yet time marches on, with only one constant…change. What do I want to change – for me, for others, in this world? Fuck limits, judgement, fear, guilt, pressure. Fuck what I “should” do, what I “should” look like. I’m magnificent, and so are you.
Fuck that shit. I’m off to climb a Mountain. And then another, and another. I’ll enjoy the view, the sun on my face, the fresh air. Join me, link arms, lend each other a boost, cheer, listen. I’ll carry your load for a while, you’ll hold my bag, and we’ll both get rest. We’ll laugh with our whole bellies, and make it joyfully to the top.
