Every blog post, a love letter

Just who do I think I am, anyway, to be writing all of these direct blog posts, these confrontational questions?

Well, first of all, I’m someone who loves asking myself, “Just who the hell do you think you are?”

Beyond that, I am just like you.

I am just like your life, with your problems, your struggles, your mistakes, your challenges, your walls of resistance and fear.

I am also just like your achievements, your victories, your successes, your joy, your unfolding, your surrender, your presence.

There is nothing that I am that is not you, and there is nothing that you are, that is not me.

And believe it or not, I am saying this on a level of cells and hemoglobin and thought form and all of it–strictly real, utterly true, the air you breathe is the air that I breathe, and we share the planet, so that’s enough for me to adopt the perspective that by sharing the earth, we are one.

Also, in service to transparency, I routinely and readily confess that I have my stuck places, and the only difference I ever notice between my stuck places and yours is the decision to practice courage.

But I would like to clarify: I adhere to a guru-free philosophy. You won’t like everything I write—some of it will be wrong for you, other things will trigger you in the best ways.

Take what you like, leave the rest.

Who the hell am I?

I am the girl who writes love letters through blog posts.

My calls to action are pixelated, but I hope they become etched on your soul.

My words are my own reminders of what I want to live.

My hope is that it’s all received as a gift, because that’s how I choose to receive you.

Who the hell am I?

I am you.

I love you, adore you, and think you are brilliant and utterly worthy and wholeheartedly enough.