There's something happening deep within me. I'm back on the potter's lathe, being moulded delicately. There's an oscillating simmering rising from my solar plexus into my heart space.

I don't resonate with who I once was. I'm at a powerful place where nothing behind me is worth more than the path ahead of me. My steps are ordered by a force higher above me, my focus is fixed ahead and no longer peering behind at what was.

Where I'd choose the last say, I'm choosing silence, paradoxically enough; where I'd choose dousing myself down, I'm now speaking up & standing in my power. Where I'd choose another battle, I'm now choosing surrender. I've unlocked this higher level of self love, I care about me, I'm showing up for me with the responsibility of holding myself accountable and working on each trait that I find repugnant within myself, with how I do things.

I've realised when you hold this space for yourself, you also hold it for those around you while standing in your truth, knowing what your worth is. The spikes of my ego are being polished down by my inner work, I'm able to view myself from an aerial point of view where I see more solutions than problems.

The craftsman within has me back on the potter's wheel, finely smoothing out the rougher edges and what's to come may be my feet finally touching the scintillating waters of my purpose. I'm ready to be drenched in.
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