I have heard “Consistency is key”, sooooo many times over the past year. Anything and everything you could ever want is on the other side of consistency. Consistency for more money, weight loss, manifestation, etc.
You know what, I am sure it is. For me though, I am striving for compassion not consistency. Consistency for me needs to be built on compassion, especially self-compassion.
Right now, I can’t hold consistency. I can hold intention, but constant consistency and planned productivity…I simply don’t have the space. I have my daughter full time as of next week, I’m going through some big medical stuff, I am not sleeping well, and for a good long while I’ve been dismissing these very real reasons as excuses. Using unkindness and an ego-based push to stretch myself beyond the boundaries of what I can actually hold. Push, break, reset, push, break, reset over and over until I can’t breathe and feel completely disconnected from everyone including my own soul.
You know what…Eff that. I’m so over it.
I’m done. I rested in May, and I am only holding what I can from now on. That’s ok, because I am releasing my worth being unjustly intertwined with my bank account balance. I am not chasing 10k months and 5k weeks, I’m just tryin’ drink my water, sleep through the night and entertain my kid. I’ve got clients, and the clients I have, I really like. I look forward to speaking to and working with them. I am chasing ease and giving myself space to breathe spiritually and physically. I’m taking the all noise and marketing BS and setting it on fire, and finding my own way at my own pace. I’m only putting out content when my heart feels it and sharing it just for the sake of sharing. No big 1:1 offers, just wee bitty things here and there. Y’all know where to find me if you need me. Trusting the universe to work out the details is my only “plan” right now.
What am I working on is…ME. Acceptance, joy, trust and trying to be a little better than I was yesterday all while still loving who I was yesterday.
Just a loving reminder that you’re alright just the way you are and a slow roll still counts.
Love,
Your Auntie Aurelia
