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She Was Tired Of Living In A Box Created To Label Her.

 

She was tired.

Tired of playing small for the sake of other peoples realities, schedules, perceptions and expectations. Tired of not making waves, not making a fuss, and not making herself a priority in her own divine queendom.

She was done swallowing herself whole and burying herself alive. She was done speaking half-truths, living half-hearted and half-assed in a half-life in which she didn’t wholly recognize herself. She was done dwelling within a box that was created to presort and label who she was.

She was ready to shatter the walls and ceilings that were built around her and take up her sword of truth.

She was done tiptoeing in a life that belonged to her, choosing now to dance loudly on the floor of this world, making all the noise she wanted and taking up infinite amounts of space. It didn’t matter if the steps were unknown, she would make them up as she went along.

She was done hiding in the darkness, unwilling to be celebrated; she would now step forward and take her deserving bow. She would midwife her truth into being, and stand proudly beside knowing she was the only one who can bring her medicine into this world.

She was done whispering; now she will scream her truth at the top of her lungs into the Universe. Her voice was here to be spoken, not to remain silenced by the ideals and beliefs of others. Her truth wanted to be born, to soar and fly dancing in the light, and not to remain hidden under the veils of scrutiny.

She was done being at war with herself, of firing missiles of disapproval at everything she saw when she looked in the mirror. She would look at the divine temple of her own being with eyes of love, acceptance and reverence.

She was done hiding her eyes from the desires that lived within her heart, the whispers that rose within her spirit. She turned her ear inward, tuning into the sacred council of her own deep longing.

She was done being compact, pushing herself down into a hidden ball for fear of scrutiny or judgment. She tossed off the shield of conformity that once concealed her brilliant light, and stepped into the illumination of her own courageous being.

She was done hiding from the glorious being that she was, in all of her wild, tangled, indefinable splendor. She would water down the passion that flowed within her no longer.

She was done waiting for someday, someone, somehow, someplace, when right now in this moment she was everything that she needed and she was amazing.

She was done being tired; she was done playing small.

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C. Ara Campbell
C. Ara Campbell is a visionary writer, the founder of The Goddess Circle, soul guide, cosmic channel, artist, facilitator of the Inner Priestess Awakening online program, and author of The Astro Forecast. She is a modern-day mystic dedicated to the awakening and rising Feminine, living embodied truth and aiding others in connecting with their medicine. She is an old soul who has been writing and channeling guidance from the unseen since she was young, and intuitively soul-coaching using spiritual and natural energies. She can often be found seeking wisdom and solace in the wilds of Mother Earth.