I am a gutsy and glorious writer, I am a gutsy and glorious human. I enjoy the uncovering of reality and authenticity and steer my jeep clear of the bullshit jungle that is all pervasive in the mindless world today, the world that doesn’t ask questions and is so numb it doesn’t even recognize injustice or question glitches in the system.
Yesterday something dramatic happened in the American political sphere. I don’t normally talk politics here, but because this intersects with my life, it is gutsy and glorious for me to share.
Yesterday a writer (anonymous, not entirely gutsy and glorious) wrote an op-ed piece for the New York times that gave voice to what many people gossiped about, talked about over the water cooler and discussed behind closed doors.
The elephant in the room, the stuff we hide in the attic or edit out of photos was out in the open.
I watched numerous commentators talking about this last night and one optimistic man said, “People are finally openly talking about this. It is on the table, finally. “What everyone has been talking about behind closed doors is now out in the open,” this is a good thing!”
Earlier this year I felt ashamed for not being open and public with some things I knew and standing up and saying “This is wrong,” openly has caused me much grief, loss of friends and added to my already lengthy gig of self-imposed exile.
I knew it was gutsy and it didn’t feel at all glorious.
I doubted myself, I loathed the situation, in addition to losing sleep and friends and any sense of comfort or safety even at times in my own home, I continued.
I continued.
I continued.
I have strengthened my boundaries and have returned to practices I used long ago. I have started weaving old faithful practices with new, enlightened practices.
I am a gutsy and glorious writer, I am a gutsy and glorious human.
In revisiting old notebooks and blog posts and poetry, I am reacquainting myself with who I once was and I am enjoying her company immensely. This affirmation, “I am gutsy and glorious” came from a blog post in 2003 where I shared the affirmation and a story about the then two-year-old Samuel waking up in tears at 4 a.m, and our loving moments that day, even amidst the reality of pre-dawn tears and Mommying that would rather happen in usual working hours.
I am a gutsy and glorious writer, I am a gutsy and glorious human.
In my art journal page I started to create this morning, I wrote, “I am a gutsy and glorious human” followed by a check list titled “evidenced by” – a brilliant marriage of past, present, and future me.
What will you affirm about yourself today?
My unique trick is to journal the affirmation in the evening before sleeping and then re-journal upon awakening. The night time journaling allows your brain to bring it into your day even before your day starts.
Your affirmative statement. “I am….” is like the person at the starting line saying, “Gentle people, start your engines!” I am gutsy and glorious – in the smallest’ humblest ways and in the over-the-top, silly, and the strategic, business building and the world transforming encouragement I offer others (including you.)
Please comment below with your statements of affirmation for today and tomorrow.
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Profound and beautiful, Julie. I’m sitting with your words, feeling into them for me…. I probably was gutsy at times though have never perceived myself as glorious. I can relate to your comments on the political arena.
I love the title and what you are offering the reader. I’d love to share it on Facebook AND I’m not gutsy enough, though I don’t have a problem commenting here.
I appreciate your comments anywhere. May your gutsy glorious self continue to step into your increase, over and over again. I’ve seen a lot of instances of glorious Sheila. Do you remember the “Top 10 Things You Love About Me” exercise?
It may be time to bring that one out of the vault, too!
I guess it’s time to bring it out of the vault, Julie :). I just did a search my computer, with that title… nothing showing up. Of course that was in the days of handwriting.