Greater is Coming

I know, you're probably thinking I posted this in the wrong place.

I SWEAR I didn't.

Even if you don't like "sports ball" and even if you don't like my team :) ---- WATCH.
Close your eyes or hide the window, and just LISTEN to this.

I watched it, then listened without the visuals, and cried both times.

THIS is the STUFF, beauties.

Before I found the Love I share now, I had my heart broken -- by my own hand and others' -- over and over and over again; investing in love, investing in men, and then coming to the realization that the future I saw, the Love I desired, just wasn't going to be with them, with those situations.

In the "downs," I was dumped. I was cheated on repeatedly. I was lied to. I was devalued. I was manipulated. I was used. I was abandoned.

And never once -- not even ONCE -- did I consider giving up on Love.

Because I knew, down to my bones, even if it wasn't being handed to me, even if it wasn't being given to me the way I thought it would be, when I thought it would be, the way I thought it would be --- there was something much deeper, much more ancient, much more intrinsically and irretrievably MINE inside me that said:

I was meant for Love.
Stay open.
Open WIDER.

Whether it's love life, career, fitness, your Soul's calling -- it doesn't matter.
The work is the same.
It's all LOVE.

And you are MEANT for Love.
Stay open.
Open WIDER.

Don't let the pain shut you down -- let it grow your resolve, your belief; let it grow your LOVE.
Because faith held when shit is down, LOVE held onto when it's hard, when it feels hopeless, is what slingshots you to the next level.

What separates the women who are living their dreams, following their Soul path, Loving their deepest and most deliciously, is not luck.
It's not that some deserve it and others don't; it's not that some won the lottery, and others are here to suffer.

It's that we can only WALK so far up the staircase of our purpose, our joy.
There comes a time when it'll end, when you'll SEE the next landing up ahead, but the stairs have ended.

And you have to jump.

And you're fucking TIRED, and all you want to do is sit down on one of the stairs and just cry.
Just give up.
Just stop.
Maybe let yourself slide down the railing to the bottom, because at least that would feel easy and wouldn't feel so painful anymore.

And that's exactly -- EXACTLY -- when we need you to leap.
With your belief, with your knowing, with your openness, with your willingness to see and feel and receive.

Because this staircase ends --- but the journey doesn't.

Another staircase is just beyond the leap.