If you asked us what makes us happier – getting super dressed up and down & dirty on a dance floor OR days like yesterday; being barefoot, near-naked, climbing rocks, cells soaking in sunlight – we would say BOTH.
I used to think life was all about ‘discovering’ myself and then acting like that ‘type’ of person.
So I’ve been a raver, a vegetarian, a leftie, a hippie, a greenie, a yogi, a wifey, a mummy. Sometimes these roles overlapped so I may’ve been a hippie mummy who made my own laundry detergent. Or a vegetarian yogi who wouldn’t eat vegetables if they’d been touched by a fork that had touched meat.
My ‘personas’ defined and confined me.
The most wonderful thing about getting older is shedding the bullshit limiting layers of ‘personalities’.
No longer having the desire to be understood by anyone, to be approved of or even fit in anywhere.
To embrace EVERY single aspect of yourself even if it’s not ‘popular’ or doesn’t make sense on paper.
There is no one, right, perfect way to be.
We are complex, contradictory, glorious messes. Let’s own and love the fuck out of this fact.
So I love green juices. And vodka.
I love tofu. And burgers.
I love designer clothes. And nudism.
I love God. And sex.
I love yoga. And money.
I love intellect. And instinct.
I love Shakespeare. And the Twilight Series.
I love kirtan. And Eminem.
I teach peace. And I will rip you apart if you hurt the ones I love.
I want only organic food and fabrics. And the odd face injectable.
I wear Birks daily. And Louboutins are on the Europe shopping list.
I want to see the world. And home is where I’m happiest.
I am childlike. And I’m an old woman.
Hypocritical? No. Whole.
Less judgement = More JUICE.
Less fucks = More FREEDOM.
JUICE + FREEDOM = your innate gifts rising to the surface, flowing creativity, abundance, contribution, connection, ease and JOY.
Thank you Mother Earth for the inspo & healing.