Your truth is your greatest asset. And believe me…I’ve had plenty of people and experiences that have sought to silence my truth. To shut me down. To pour water on the flames and fire that burn deep within me.

But still my truth holds strong.

But it didn’t used to be like this. It’s taken a lot of inner work, a lot of boundary setting, a lot of letting go of those whose energy, prescence and motives were not for my highest good. A lot of recognizing my fucking worth. And a lot of “fuck this shit” moments.

A lot of tears.

A lot of frustration.

A lot of anger.

A lot of feeling lost, depressed and stuck.

A lot of standing up for myself.

A lot of shining my light so fucking bright that I blind the negative fuckers at the the back.

A lot of not giving a fuck anymore.

A lot of just being myself…no matter what.

When you’re stripped bare of everything around you…if you don’t even have your truth…then you have nothing.

I was stripped bare last year. I left my marriage. I became a single parent. My job had ended a few weeks before. And I’d known I wanted to create a business by being me.

I was completely stripped of everything around me. Because my soul chose it this way. To burn everything to the ground that wasn’t for my highest purpose. To burn all that fuckery down to the ground, to let it crumble…so that I could rebuild and rise up as the whole damn fire.

The Phoenix Rising.

Burn the fuckery down…and rise again.

But this time…building my foundations on my truth.

The truth of who I am.

The truth of what I’m here to do in this life and who I’m here to impact

The truth of being myself…and giving no more fucks because I’m sure as shit not here to fit in and mould myself into some little doll who conforms to those around her and dances like a pathetic puppet on a string.

The Phoenix is my truth.

My whole fucking truth.

It’s my asset. My genius. My greatness. My magic. My power. My vision. My impact. My purpose. My calling.

When you don’t have your truth…you have nothing.

How can you continue to show up and share who you are…if you’re too afraid to be all of you?!

Get over that shit.

Seriously.

Because, quite frankly, there’s nothing sadder than a woman who is too afraid to just be herself and resigns herself to conforming because to speak her truth would be devasting to all those around her who have benefitted from her silence.

My marriage breakdown was the catalyst for my growth. It empowered me to burn away what wasn’t in the best interests of myself or my daughter.

Because I decided that I could no longer hide from who I am. Or what I’m here to do.

But it’s funny how when we grow up we just slip into conforming because its the “right” thing to do. Conforming to our parents wishes. Conforming to our teachers requests. Conforming to doing things that society expects us to do and being someone we’re expected to be.

As a parent to a 4 year old…and a woke AF parent to boot (LOL!)…I’m even more conscious of my actions and my words around my daughter. And how I desperately want to empower her to just be whoever she fucking well chooses to be.

She’s my saviour.

I gave her life…but she gave me my life back. Showing me what’s possible. Encouraging me to come step into the realm of the child…to reconnect with my inner child….and my magic.

The little girl who was super shy.

The little girl who was a massive introvert.

The little girl who watched as her own parents marriage broke down. And who felt the pain of that.

The little girl who wouldn’t speak up.

The little girl who hid herself away where she could.

But the little girl who loved to play, to be creative, to write, to laugh, to have fun and be silly.

I watered down my truth as I grew up. Afraid to speak up for my needs…for fear of upsetting those around me. Being the massive people pleaser that I was.

I didn’t recognise my self-worth…because I put everyone elses needs above my own. Prioritising them and what was best for them.

I dated certain guys who didn’t light me up. Because I didn’t dare ask for what I wanted. I conformed.

I did jobs that just bored the fuck out of me. Because we’re told to go and get a job and just be grateful.

I hung around groups of people I was connected to through others I knew…because it was expected of me to do so. Even when I said I didn’t like the company of certain people…I was told I was rude.

I felt lost. Depressed. Stressed. Anxious.

Developed an eating disorder as I sought to literally stuff my self-hatred and lack of self worth back down. That constant cycle of binging and purging. And still feeling that sense of emptiness inside me. Because I had no way to know that all the time…I was hiding my truth.

Shoving it back down. Afraid to just be…because I didn’t know what that really meant.

So I kept quiet.

I was silenced. And I silenced myself.

I turned my light down in case it offended others.

And I danced like some pretty little puppet on a string. Controlled. Conforming. Doing what was best for others.

So when my spiritual awakening came along…and when my soul decided that enough was enough…I had a major “fuck this shit” moment.

And I burnt it all down. Not literally LOL.

I’m an Alchemist after all. Transformation through the fire is my thing.

Death and rebirth.

I found my Phoenix wings…the ones that had always been there.

And I chose to rise up as the whole fucking fire.

All of me.

My truth.

My power.

My magic.

My genius.

Because when you’ve been silenced for so long…its like a dam waiting to burst. With the powerful torrent of water pushing against its boundaries.

Pushing.

Pushing.

Pushing.

Until a crack appears.

And that crack gets bigger and bigger until…

…the dam can no longer hold the water back and it bursts forwards in a huge powerful surge.

WHOOOOOSH!

That’s what it feels like to set yourself free.

To let your truth out.

To honour who you are.

To say fuck it to everything and everyone around you who, quite frankly, aren’t for your highest purpose.

To let it all go.

To find yourself.

To face your fears…and show the fuck up.

No matter what.

That’s what it feels like. That power. That resurrection of who you are.

To finally come home to yourself.

Death and rebirth.

To reclaim your truth. Your identity. Your vision. Your message.

To embody the potency of what was always within you. Buried within you. Pushed back and shoved down as you danced to the beat of others.

Your truth is your greatest asset.

It’s what allows you to just be.

To stop apologising.

To stop dimming your light.

To stop hiding.

To stop conforming.

To stop giving your greatness over to your fears and your ego.

To stop seeing your shadows as the bad guys…and coax them out into the light to honour them and give them life.

Your truth is your greatest asset…and when you know you’re here for more…here to do more…here to have more…and here to be more…you cannot keep it held back.

Because like that water against the dam…its power will continue to build and build until…you cannot contain it anymore.

Your truth is fucking powerful! It’s what makes you so fucking unique to just show up and speak your truth and honour who you are.

Because you’re not here to conform, dear one.

Conforming is for those too weak to own their Sovereign state.

Too scared of your own power.

Too scared of what others will think of you.

Because you’ve been that puppet for so long…having others control your every word, action and thought…and you don’t know what it feels like to be free.

To just be.

To live your life with vision and the conviction of who you are.

Your truth is your greatest asset.

It will open fucking doors for you.

It will burn through inconsistencies and bullshit.

It will stop at nothing to be heard and to be seen.

When you chose to incarnate in this life, you chose to do so with a purpose.

To be.

To honour who you are.

And to speak your fucking truth no matter what.

It’s your time, beautiful soul, to rise up as the whole fucking fire.