Take a slow,
Deep breath in.
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And let it all the way out.
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Again,
Inhaling deeply.
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And exhaling completely.
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With each breath,
Let your body soften.
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Feel the weight of your body supported.
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Held.
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Safe.
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There is nothing you need to do right now.
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Nothing to prove.
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Nothing to accomplish.
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Just notice your breath.
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Notice the rise and the fall.
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The way each exhale takes you a little deeper into stillness.
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Now imagine roots extending from the base of your spine and the soles of your feet.
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Traveling down into the earth.
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Strong.
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Steady.
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Grounding you in safety.
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The earth welcomes you.
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Holds you.
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Nourishes you.
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You are home.
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You are safe.
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Now as your body relaxes.
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Your mind becomes open.
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Spacious.
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Ready to journey.
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You begin to see yourself standing at the entrance of a grand hall.
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The doors before you are tall.
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Carved with intricate patterns.
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Glowing softly in golden light.
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As you step closer.
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The doors open easily.
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As if they've been waiting just for you.
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You step through the doorway and enter a magnificent dining room.
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The air hums with warmth.
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With majesty.
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Before you stretches a long gleaming table.
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The table is set with the finest linens.
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Shining crystal.
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Flickering candles.
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Every detail whispers.
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This is sacred.
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This is sovereign.
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This is for queens.
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You walk slowly along the table.
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Noticing the many chairs.
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Each one unique.
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Yet equal in splendor.
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You can feel the energy of the women who sit here.
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Women who claim their space without apology.
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They are radiant.
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Powerful.
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Alive with desire and dignity.
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And you realize this table has been set for you too.
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Your chair is waiting.
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Notice it now.
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Your rightful seat.
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The one that feels like home.
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It shines a little brighter.
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As if beckoning to you.
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The spot is saved for you.
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You walk toward it.
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Shoulders back.
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Heart open.
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Every step a declaration.
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I belong here.
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And when you arrive.
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You place your hand upon the back of the chair.
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A surge of recognition moves through you.
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This is not a privilege you've been granted.
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It is your birthright.
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You pull the chair back.
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And with grace and certainty.
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You sit.
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You take a look around.
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Taking it all in.
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As you settle into your seat.
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Feel the chair supporting you fully.
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Notice how perfectly it holds you.
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As though it was made for you.
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Because it was.
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From deep within.
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Let these truths ripple through your body.
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Your being.
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I am the woman who belongs in every room I enter.
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My desires are sacred.
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My seat at the table is mine.
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And I claim it fully.
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Feel the power of these words landing inside you.
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Not just as affirmations.
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But as identity.
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They are who you are.
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You are not asking for permission.
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You are not waiting to be chosen.
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You are choosing yourself.
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You are claiming your seat.
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Take a moment now to breathe in gratitude.
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Gratitude for this seat.
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Gratitude for the path that brought you here.
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Gratitude for the woman you are becoming.
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The woman you already are.
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And as gratitude swells in your chest.
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Feel the power rising too.
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Not frantic power.
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Not force.
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But the steady,
Sovereign power of a woman who knows who the fuck she is.
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A woman who knows she belongs.
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A woman who leads not from striving.
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But from certainty.
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Gratitude and power together.
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Two rivers flowing as one.
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Let them anchor into every cell in your body.
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From this seat,
Look around the table once more.
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See the women beside you.
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Queens.
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Sisters.
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Visionaries.
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Each in her place.
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Each shining.
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Each belonging.
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And know from this day forward.
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When you walk into any room.
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You carry this truth within you.
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Your shoulders remember how to square.
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Your heart remembers how to open.
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Your voice remembers how to speak.
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Because you are the woman who belongs.
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The woman who claims her seat.
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The woman whose desires are sacred.
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Now take another slow breath in.
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Feeling this identity anchoring into you.
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As you exhale,
Imagine the roots beneath you.
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Drawing all of this power.
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All of this gratitude.
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Deeply into the earth.
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Grounding it as truth.
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When you are ready,
Begin to bring your awareness back to your physical body.
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Wiggle your fingers and your toes.
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Notice the surface beneath you.
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Take one final deep breath in.
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And exhale fully.
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And when you're ready,
Open your eyes.
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Carrying this sovereign knowing with you.
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You belong.
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Your seat is yours.
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