How are you, beautiful? My wish for you today is to welcome in the darkness with stillness and curiosity, while also holding space for hope and light. As my dear friend and astrologer says (I’m paraphrasing) “may you welcome in the yin and yang, the duality of life.” The duality of the knowledge in the dying and rebirth of the light within you. After all, it’s only after we let things go that we can let in the new. Speaking of letting go and letting in, I feel called to share a little story with you.
Are you the Hero, The Damsel, or The Evil Stepmother?
When my kids were little, I was a bit of an exhausted perfectionistic doormat-y mommy. Who tried to do it all. Who tried to create a life for my kids where they learned, thrived, and were properly bathed and socialized… I called my mom everyday, to learn things from how to mash potatoes and even plant something in the ground.
But, as if all that wasn’t enough…
Something always followed me around, from the time I was a teen through the next two decades of my life. A sinking pit in my stomach. Every time there was a movement, I would jump. Every time I got in the car and looked in my rearview mirror. Every time I was on the sidewalk and someone walked towards me, that sinking sensation in my stomach would happen, and I would move to the side and apologize for my double-wide (stroller.)
YEA, it’s like I was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was waiting to be “found out”. I was at-the-ready to apologize for whatever came up, whatever I did, just to make sure everyone had the best experience. It’s like I was constantly feeling that I was doing something wrong. In reality, I was overhelping and people pleasing to exhaustion.
But I thought, all this time: I am a Helper, after all! That’s my superpower. I’m the best Robin that Batman ever saw!
So, what was the problem?
When my life fell apart in all its kaleidoscope of colors, being the helper and the sidekick didn’t work. I had to work on myself and my mess.
And that’s when it happened.
I realized I was not meant to live my life as Robin.
HONEST EDIT > (I did try living my life as a damsel in distress and also as my own evil stepmother, those didn’t work either, fyi)
After a fractal journey of learning through pain points, ( < welcome to the hero’s fractal journey and my logo) I realized that…
To live authentically,
while having the most joy, and
no longer “waiting for the other shoe to drop”…
I had to let go of living in the shadow and embrace standing in my own Heroic light.
I had to embrace being someone who doesn’t get pits in their stomach. Who doesn’t apologize for taking up space.
So, I had to ask myself this question all the time. And now I’m asking it of you (in each little situation you get into…) Are You the Hero, the Damsel, or the Evil Stepmother?
AND, if you notice you’re NOT the hero, here’s your #JoyChallenge!
Hero Step >> Believe You are Equally Worthy
I had to believe that I am just as worthy as everyone else of living life as The Hero. Having this belief was the first step to claiming my Heroic Joy.
Now, I walk alongside women through the process of believing and owning their worth. Of feeling they are just as divine and as much as a gift to our world as Mother Theresa.
How do I do this? I hold space to reflect your unique brilliance. I walk you through Three Frameworks: Emotional Intelligence, Self-Leadership, and Co-active Coaching for fulfillment and balance. I provide the questions. Because I know, beautiful {{ subscriber.first_name }}, you have the answers inside.
So, are you ready to Embrace your Hero?
Here are two steps you can do any day, beautiful 💃 💃
- Share how you are Embracing your own Inner Hero in the My Joyfully Ever After Facebook group!
- Chat with me about your journey and see if support is what you need to unleash your inner Hero (FYI I have only 2 OPENINGS left in January)
💝 💝 💝 What a better present to give YOU and YOUR LIFE than one of empowered Joy, amIright? 💝 💝 💝
sending you love, light, and worthiness to light a thousand galaxies,
heidi esther
*What does this phrase mean, anyway? According to grammarist.com… The phrase wait for the other shoe to drop became popular at the turn of the twentieth century, and originated in New York tenements. Tenements were usually poorly constructed, crowded apartment buildings. A resident could certainly hear his upstairs neighbor dropping his shoes on the floor as he took them off at night–first one, then the other.
PS Let us know how you embrace the Hero! Pop over to my Joyfully Ever After Facebook Group!
PPS Are you ready to stop waiting to be the Hero of your life? Book a Joy Discovery chat here.
HONESTLY, it’s pretty much impossible to live a life that brings you Joy if you are always treating yourself not as equally brilliant as everyone else. So, if you want more joy, then give yourself permission to be the Hero of your day! And, if that’s too hard, try being the hero of your morning, first. Rooting for you 💕 💕
