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Failing Forward

I'm sitting here contemplating where to even start - I literally decided to start this blog thread 3 min ago.  Yup, taking that inspired action that seems to always move things forward but also seems so hard to take.  Does that make sense?? 

Inspired action - easier said than done isn't it?  We know what to do next, but we don't always want to listen to that voice inside.  Just this morning it was so clear that I need to launch a community for Christian moms, moms thinking of starting a business and female entrepreneurs.  But when it came to creating the funnel for women to actually see it and join it, I froze!  Inspired action can feel so scary.  We start thinking what if no one wants to join it?  What if so many want in and I don't have enough to offer?  Often it can be the possibility of success that scares us the most.  

So all that being said...  what is the inspired action you know you need to take?  Because momentum starts with action.  Imperfect action.  Actually doing something.  Doing something means you win either way.  If it doesn't turn out exactly as you want, you still learn from it.  Trust me, I've been there.  I am literally failing my way forward.  

So I'll just leave this here.  May this first blog entry inspire you to fail forward.  

I Used to Think I was Broken

Anyone else?  Or, maybe you still think you're broken.  If that's the case, please keep reading.  We are so quick to blame and shame ourselves.  

I used to think I was broken. That I just needed the right pill or more faith.  But the hard truth was I had trained my body to survive on scraps, adrenaline, and guilt. Of course I felt numb.  I never gave myself space to feel safe.   

I would wake up every morning and think there has to be a better way.  If can just ween off the pills and try harder, then I will feel better.  But I soon realized that wasn't the issue.  The pills weren't addressing the root problem.  Which was my body didn't feel safe anymore.  Did I get to this realization overnight?  Nope.  What we forget is how we got to where we are now.  It took a long time to get to this place.  This place of feeling numb, hopeless, lost.  That didn't happen overnight either.  For me it happened over the span of the pandemic.  Just trying to survive.  My nervous system was in overdrive and that became the norm.  I forgot how to regulate it.  So I just let it function on high.  

I thought I was depressed because something was wrong with my brain chemistry. But what was actually happening was my nervous system has been in survival mode for so long that numbness felt safer than feeling anything at all.  Sound familiar?