Well hey there you sunshine tornado,
Look at you,
Awaken everything,
That's already a win,
Gold star for existing.
Now together,
Let's take a moment before you start doom scrolling,
People pleasing or wondering how the hell you're going to get through this day.
I want you just to breathe with me.
Now,
Empty out the contents of those lungs,
Like you're unpacking at a therapy session.
And then together,
Inhale like you're sipping joy through a glittery straw,
And then exhale like you're blowing out birthday candles for the version of you that no longer gives a hoot about all the things you don't give a hoot about.
And again,
Inhale possibility,
Silliness,
And a hint of magic,
And then exhale yesterday's crusty vibes,
Old doubts,
And that awkward text message you overthought.
Now I want you to melt your shoulders down away from your ears,
Seriously,
They've been pretending to be earrings for too long.
Now let's look at that face of yours,
What about that jaw,
Unclench it,
It's not a storage unit for stress,
Let it go,
Let it drop like saggy skin from your grandparents.
Now those fabulous feet of yours,
Wiggle your toes like they are your little cheerleaders to being alive.
Now,
Give your neck a roll like you're about to tell the universe,
Watch me do.
And then I want you to stretch like you've just remembered you're a divine creature wearing a soft skin suit.
Nice.
This body is your spaceship,
Your temple,
Your chaos vessel.
It's survived heartbreaks,
Hangovers,
And hideous group chats.
It's still here,
It wants joy,
It wants movement,
It wants pancakes and freedom.
Let it have something good today,
Even if it's just a shoulder shimmy or a fancy grape.
Now,
Fun one,
Place one hand on your chest,
Right over that big,
Wildly feeling heart of yours.
That heart,
It's your superpower.
It's tender,
Not weak.
And big hearted is not naive.
It means you give a damn,
And that is a gift.
Now,
Put the other hand on your belly,
Your inner compass,
Your snack oracle,
Your giggle generator.
Inhale,
Breathe into there.
Feel that rhythm.
That's aliveness.
That's you.
Now,
Beautiful creature,
Say this with me,
Or in your head,
Or in your best dramatic soap opera voice.
I don't have to hustle to be worthy.
I'm not behind,
I'm right on time.
I don't need to be perfect to be powerful.
I'm not a mess,
I'm multi-dimensional.
I've got heart,
And I've got mischief.
And I'm allowed to shine my way.
Yes!
Now,
To seal the deal,
I want you to breathe in like you're absorbing the essence of Beyonce mid-performance.
And then exhale like you're dropping the mic on every single doubt you ever had.
You,
My friend,
Are made of giggles,
Grace,
And a little cosmic chaos.
You're not too much.
You're exactly right.
Now,
Go out there,
Be weird,
Be kind,
Be wildly you.
Messy,
Radiant,
Real.
You've got this.
