Roar? No. Just hear me.
Sometimes, I have a mighty roar, and other times, like now, my roar is dormant. It’s not dead, but I can scarcely meow at this moment, let alone voice an empowered, roar.
This will pass, it always does but only with practice.
My girls and I live pretty lean, but I will need to buy a computer. Shit happens. It sucks, but it isn’t war, poverty or abuse. Things can always be worse.
And speaking of worse,
I have been painfully triggered lately, so much of my time is spent practicing mindfulness and other estimable actions that help keep me centered.
So, I am posting this truth, to state in a public way, that sometimes, difficult personal histories come up, and can even frighten us,
the roar… our roar… the one that isn’t really about anger, but packs a loving punch of empowerment, returns with the practice of estimable action.
Be your own advocate. Ask for help from people who are safe, and practice your ass off. It works. I am a living testament that it works and being external facing about it has no shame attached to it, period.
And now, I feel a “meow” coming on and when it’s ready, my roar will reappear.
Yours will too.
In the meantime, if you have to negotiate a terrific price on a new computer, and your empowered roar is still snoozing, ask for help from one of your safe people. Pick the best negotiator.
WE are not alone and roar or not, I hear you. I always will.
I love you.