Yes yes, you can “get there” with the drive.

And yes yes, you can “make” it happen.

In fact, you KNOW you can.

Because you’ve done it before.

Over and over {and over} again.

You know how to get all your energy behind the push.

You know how to back YOURSELF when your back is against the wall.

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But what happens when that’s no longer enough for you?

What happens when the only reason the mountain seems to move is because your threw that bitch over your shoulder {again} and MADE that fucker do what you say?

What happens when you’re tired?

When you understand, in vivid reality, the concept of being “bone weary”.

Who are you, when the only thing left is the cinder and the ash?

Who are you, when the sense of accomplishment no longer outweighs the weight of becoming your own overseer?

What happens when your body has been a battleground for so long you aren’t even sure you remember peace?

Take a breath there.

Notice the voices and the reasons and the cajoling of a thrice damned invitation that all tell you to just keep swimming and that one day, someday you’ll be able to find relief…

That one day, someday you’ll be able to be free.

Another breath here.

And then ask yourself what else might be true.

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Because what if you didn’t have to choose?

Between the fire and the land.

What if you didn’t have to give up the REVOLUTION in order to give up the constant INFIGHTING between who you’ve been and who you damn well know you are being called into becoming?

What if, WHAT IF, surrendering into your everything meant that the push was simply alchemized into an intentional evocation of the Wilds…

And that you didn’t have to give up a single part of yourself in order to experience the TOTALITY of yourself?

And that in this totality, everything that can no longer stand in the power of the truth of the sacred of the you…

Would simply fall away.

How would you begin to feel about saying yes?

How would you begin to feel about EMBODYING that yes?

And…

What would you now decide gets to become possible for you and as you, in the instantaneous now?

Ahhhh and this:

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You don’t have to become less of yourself in order to become the yes OF yourself.

Fuck whatever they told you.

Fuck whatever you’ve told YOURSELF.

You get to have it all.

Because you were never NOT it all.

The Wilds are howling.

Calling.

Hungering.

They ask you to remember.

They ask you to surrender.

They ask you to open your legs and become that which you have always been.

And when you’re ready…

Hell, BEFORE you even feel ready…

I’m here.

There are a few ways we can play in the primordial madness and muck together right now.

Let me know if you want me to send you some options.

I love you.

You’ve got this.

You ARE this.

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As always…

Here’s to your untaming,

N