What's in a name?

I can’t find the word to describe me and what I do. I’ve determined it’s because the word doesn’t exist (yet?).

I am not a coach/mentor/guide because being any of those things implies being higher up on the totem pole. We are on the same level. I have had experiences over here, but you have had ones over there. We all have baggage. Some baggage might be the same and some is probably different. You have probably figured some things out that I have yet to figure out. Sweet. That just means we are on the same journey.

I am not a healer because we can only heal ourselves.

Maybe a facilitator or mediator? I have had experiences in my life that have drastically changed it. I have had ah-ha moments. I have had joyous experiences, and I have hit rock bottom. I have thought at various times that I have “figured it out” just to have another experience that showed me that wasn’t so.

I am at a place where I know nothing for sure. What I believed yesterday may change tomorrow, and I’m okay with that. If nothing is for sure, then all we have is moments of experiences (or as I now like to call them, adventures), and why not enjoy those experiences to the fullest?

The common denominator I have found is "our shit" and "love." 😊

Love is a complicated word. Love might even be one of those trigger words like God or moist.

Shit we can probably all understand. Unless you are easily offended by words in which case I am probably not for you. 😉

Words are very powerful, but why waste your time on words society has deemed offensive? (which I use all the time). Why not spend time on the words that are actually impacting your current existence. It usually starts with “I am” and what follows that has probably determined where you are currently in your life.

Words are powerful, but who gives a fuck about the societal-deemed "swear" words?

So back to the shit... The first thing I had to do was own my shit. All that shit that stays buried inside of you that you pray never makes its way out. Oof. That’s a journey in itself.

But that’s why shit and love are so interconnected. By owning my shit, how I felt about myself changed. I no long felt ashamed of that shit. I no longer worried that someone might dig up my shit. I not longer cared if someone judged me because of my shit. I owned it, and by owning my shit, I loved myself just a little bit more.

I am still owning my shit and loving myself just a little bit more every day.

Whether you’re ready to own your shit, love your shit, heal your shit, let go of shit, or accept that you deserve good shit, join the journey with me.