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Episode 2: The Way Back

I am here to guide you on your own path of reclamation. To live your life more fully, more authentically, and nurture your body and soul every single day. To be the voice that reminds you that you aren’t alone, leads you back into your body, and helps you remember how to fill up before emptying out. I am here to tell you, this life you are living is not how it has to be, if you are willing to simply listen closely.
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Every morning join me as I share my stories of discovery and insight from the previous day's reflection and tips to awaken your interior.
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Motherhood can feel like invasion of the body-snatchers. This vessel we use to transport our being through life is no longer our own. We get used to breathing through pain and discomfort and putting ourselves last, because everyone else needs something- right. now. 
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In the end, we forget ourselves.
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We forget that we were a woman first. We forget all the things we used to love, that lit us up and we were passionate about. Hobbies. Remember those? No, not your kid’s. Yours. What did that feel like?
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We forget that we were a lover first and our bodies were made for pleasure. So much pleasure. Do you remember what that felt like? To want to be touched because we weren’t already “touched out”. To ask for what our body wanted and feel heard?
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We began to believe our body was our enemy and just a machine. We look into the mirror and don’t recognize the person standing there. The muffin top and stretch marks, the 3-day-old messy bun, the lines and cracks that tell the story of our motherhood. 
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And if by chance we feel seen by the masculine, we assume it’s because we wore our pajamas outside… again.
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We look around ourselves and feel shame at the pillows and toys on the floor, the dishes in the sink, our laundry mountain and our dated decor, as if the state of our home is our parenting report card and we are failing everywhere we turn.
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We see the moms who have it all figured out. Who leave the house showered, stylish and with real shoes. Who have a spotless, gorgeous house every time you come over and feed their kids the perfect diet. How can you ever compete with that when your furniture is hand-me downs laced with toy explosions and you feed your kids whatever you can manage.
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I want you to know that is not your whole story. Who you are is so much more and this is not how your story ends.
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This is where you find out how to love yourself again... maybe for the first time. Where you tap back into that river of power inside of you. It’s finding what was lost and reclaiming it. It is seeing the beauty in the tiny moments of each day, in the spaces you live in, and in your exquisite body. It’s finding the love, sisterhood and compassion that you so desperately want, from all the other mamas who feel just like you.
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It is listening closely to your soul, because it is trying to tell you how to find your way back, but you keep telling it “maybe someday”.
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Your body is speaking to you. Isn’t it time you listened closely?

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I am here to guide you on your own path of reclamation. To live your life more fully, more authentically, and nurture your body and soul every single day. To be the voice that reminds you that you aren’t alone, leads you back into your body, and helps you remember how to fill up before emptying out. I am here to tell you, this life you are living is not how it has to be, if you are willing to simply listen closely. . Every morning join me as I share my stories of discovery and insight from the previous day's reflection and tips to awaken your interior. . Motherhood can feel like invasion of the body-snatchers. This vessel we use to transport our being through life is no longer our own. We get used to breathing through pain and discomfort and putting ourselves last, because everyone else needs something- right. now. . In the end, we forget ourselves. . We forget that we were a woman first. We forget all the things we used to love, that lit us up and we were passionate about. Hobbies. Remember those? No, not your kid’s. Yours. What did that feel like? . We forget that we were a lover first and our bodies were made for pleasure. So much pleasure. Do you remember what that felt like? To want to be touched because we weren’t already “touched out”. To ask for what our body wanted and feel heard? . We began to believe our body was our enemy and just a machine. We look into the mirror and don’t recognize the person standing there. The muffin top and stretch marks, the 3-day-old messy bun, the lines and cracks that tell the story of our motherhood. . And if by chance we feel seen by the masculine, we assume it’s because we wore our pajamas outside… again. . We look around ourselves and feel shame at the pillows and toys on the floor, the dishes in the sink, our laundry mountain and our dated decor, as if the state of our home is our parenting report card and we are failing everywhere we turn. . We see the moms who have it all figured out. Who leave the house showered, stylish and with real shoes. Who have a spotless, gorgeous house every time you come over and feed their kids the perfect diet. How can you ever compete with that when your furniture is hand-me downs laced with toy explosions and you feed your kids whatever you can manage. . . I want you to know that is not your whole story. Who you are is so much more and this is not how your story ends. . This is where you find out how to love yourself again... maybe for the first time. Where you tap back into that river of power inside of you. It’s finding what was lost and reclaiming it. It is seeing the beauty in the tiny moments of each day, in the spaces you live in, and in your exquisite body. It’s finding the love, sisterhood and compassion that you so desperately want, from all the other mamas who feel just like you. . It is listening closely to your soul, because it is trying to tell you how to find your way back, but you keep telling it “maybe someday”. . Your body is speaking to you. Isn’t it time you listened closely?

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