When you spoke of permission to take up space because you’ve convinced yourself that somehow by not being the most intelligent, the most correct, the most achieved, that you are somehow less deserving to be heard. I felt this so deeply. When I began realizing the web of rules and past narratives that had kept me prisoner, kept me caged and quiet… palatable, it awoke something in me so powerful, ancient knowing of my worth came flooding back. Perfectionism is a trap. It is fear incarnate. A relative of slavery that keeps you small and stuck.
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When you spoke of permission to take up space because you’ve convinced yourself that somehow by not being the most intelligent, the most correct, the most achieved, that you are somehow less deserving to be heard. I felt this so deeply. When I began realizing the web of rules and past narratives that had kept me prisoner, kept me caged and quiet… palatable, it awoke something in me so powerful, ancient knowing of my worth came flooding back. Perfectionism is a trap. It is fear incarnate. A relative of slavery that keeps you small and stuck.
I enjoyed reading your work. You have a subscriber. 💕
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