This morning I did something weird, I asked December this question:
WHAT THE F*^K MAN?

The answer came in the form of this post…

For most of this month, I have felt some form of weird, tired, disembodied, freaked out, abundant, depressed, exuberant, mortified, horrified, jubilated, invigorated, ashamed, sick as a dog, afraid, devoted, demoted, provoked, hopeful, disappointed and just plain madly in love with life. Sometimes all that in one day.

I’ve tried multiple remedies including movies, ice cream, meditating, writing, yoga, family, friends, baths, homeopathy, herbs, foods, massages, reiki, teas, reading. And in the end, the only thing that works is to feel what I feel. Just feel.

Here’s why I’m sharing… throughout it all, underlying the roller coaster of emotional and physical sensation, I have felt held by a higher purpose.

As confusing as this has been, it feels like a second round of puberty, condensed into one month. A necessary, and undeniably awkward, right of passage into the next layer of who I am. Who you are. Who we are.

Humanity is changing.

How do I know? The same way I know I have feet when my eyes are closed. I feel, I know.

My soul, my body, my purpose is to light the way as an active participant in this new dance of consciousness.

The difference between the evolution of consciousness and puberty is there aren’t any pamphlets for what we are going through now. Perhaps I’ll make one, put it on Pinterest.

Being a trailblazer, a game changer, a heart opener, a shell shaker, is a tough job. But it might be the best job in the universe. I’m pretty sure the job instructions are: surrender into the arms of the intelligence that beats my heart.

I’d love to hear from you. Happy New Year! Merry Christmas! Happy Growing. Yay Evolution. Keep Going. You are doing great. I love you. Oh my god you look amazing today. Fantastic shoes!

Love,
Amy