Making peace with my body helped me make peace with religion. To be clearer, it helped me find peace when I broke up with religion.
I am in love with the Divine. I talk to them daily. I listen. I feel guided, supported, and cared for. I wholeheartedly believe in a higher power. But I no longer believe in institutional religion.
Make that appointment you’ve been putting off. You’re worth it. Your body is worth it.Read More
I didn’t worry too much about them because I expected the ziplining to be easy. How much would I need Legs to soar through the trees?
A lot, it turned out. This particular course required me to land on a very high stool, at each platform, and jump/climb down. On platform 3 of 16(?), I jumped down and my knees screamed.
The pain was familiar and nauseating. All I could think was Fuuuuuck! I am stuck on this course. I must finish because there is zero way I can hike out. How stupid am I? I am going to ruin this trip for everyone if I say anything.
Making peace with my body helped me make peace with money too.
Are you questioning how in the daylight I got comfortable with money after I got comfortable with my body? If you think it sounds like a stretch, I get it. But it’s a true story!
And before anybody asks—no, I wasn’t selling my physical delights to pad my bottom line.
Life transformation is a bold claim. So bold it sounds almost trite. Or if not trite, then so broad that its vagueness seems almost meaningless.
But I’m willing to double down on the belief that making peace with your body will transform every aspect of your life. If you let it. If you allow it.
Let me show you just how powerful this journaling practice can be by deconstructing one part of my love-note writing journey to make peace with my body.Read More