Welcome to day two,
Reclaiming your narrative.
Our focus for today is,
No one gets to tell me who I am.
Let's begin by breathing into the back of your heart,
Creating space behind your ribs.
Soften your jaw and let your tongue fall away from the roof of your mouth.
Acknowledge the noise of expectations you've carried lately,
The shoulds and the musts,
And as you exhale,
Imagine that noise leaving your body like grey smoke.
Repeat silently,
Other opinions are not my concern,
I get to decide who I am.
Now imagine you are sitting in a quiet,
Circular room filled with thousands of books.
These books are the stories others have written about you,
Their labels,
Their judgements,
Their versions of your potential.
Walk to the shelves.
As your fingers brush the spines,
Watch the ink of the pages fade to a clean,
Pure white.
The weight of those stories is lifting.
Now pick up a fresh pen.
On the cover of a new,
Thick journal,
Write in bold,
Defiant letters.
No one gets to tell me who I am.
See yourself walking out of that room and into the warm,
Golden sunlight.
Feel the weight of that internal authority settling in your gut,
Heavy and true.
Now bring your hands to your belly.
Feel the rise and fall of your own breath.
You are the author.
No one else holds the pen today.
When you're ready,
Open your eyes.
And remember,
You are the author.
No one else holds the pen today.
We'll see you in Day 3.