Take a seat.
Settle your sits bones.
Gently move your head from side to side,
Releasing as much tension as you can.
Tension that you might be holding in your neck,
Your shoulders.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Welcome to a hit of hope.
Take another deep breath in.
Let it all go.
Now say hello to all the yous that you have hanging out inside of you.
Don't pretend you don't know who I'm talking about.
Maybe it's a wee one who was sure everything was their fault.
Or a young one who never felt smart enough.
The one who got picked last.
The one who hated everything they saw in the mirror.
The one who had to be perfect.
The one who was sure they weren't worth anything.
Every self you have been in the past,
See them all.
Acknowledge them.
Someone once told me,
We have all these old selves in us,
Riding around life with us in the same bus.
That's fine,
She said.
Just don't let them drive the bus.
So to prevent that from happening,
Quiet yourself.
Ground yourself.
And when you are ready,
Listen to these old selves.
Listen to their pain.
Hear what they have to say.
And meet them with kindness.
And breathe.
And breathe.
And breathe.
Then imagine the selves you can't wait to be.
The one who shows up and does the work no one else wants to do.
The one who is kind to the stranger,
Who listens to a friend.
The one who decides to do something that scares them at least once a week.
Imagine the self who gets the fuck back up.
The self who doesn't have all their shit together,
But who doesn't give a shit that that's the case.
The self that is you.
Totally,
Imperfectly,
Weirdly,
Wondrously,
And beautifully you.
Namaste.