Oy! It’s been a time. I’ve been popping in and out of a lovely little shame spiral for a few weeks now. Can you relate? I don’t want to be overly dramatic – but I am a fire sign it’s a thing – I’ve been in a dark night of the soul.

Specifically, being knocked out and down by my freaking ego. Shame over not getting my short story out to you all when I said I would. Shame because of fear of showing up when I’m not picture perfect. Ashamed for not being present enough with my family; present with my business; etc, etc, and so on and so forth.

These are repeating patterns for me. And this was how I lived most days before my awakening. And it’s funny because I don’t always catch it for what it is at first. It’ll start off innocent enough – I don’t feel like making my bed today. Which will turn into a whole week of not making my bed. I don’t feel like doing laundry today – which will turn into my husband wondering where all his socks are. Haha. (I don’t subscribe to typical gender roles – I don’t cook – But I’m fabulous at laundry – there isn’t a stain I can’t get out.)