Why am I so tired?

I don't understand why I'm so tired... ⁣ For years, I needed to find a reason to explain the way I felt. ⁣ ⁣ ESPECIALLY if the way I felt meant that I didn’t want to work. ⁣ ⁣ Do you relate?⁣ ⁣ It was as though the fact that I was feeling tired wasn’t a good enough reason to rest, so I needed to search for some sort of justification. ⁣ ⁣ I see this a lot with entrepreneurs. ⁣ ⁣ We have so many tasks⁣ ⁣ We have...

Why are you doing what you’re doing?

It's not about WHAT you're doing, it's about WHY you're doing it it is super easy for us to judge others based on the things we see them doing (or not)...   we often judge based on comparisons of what WE like and what is working or has worked for US...   things like:   + how they care for themselves + their work ethic + their relationship to food or alcohol + how and whom they date + their sex life and choice of partner(s) + how much rest...

Just because you’re not dealing with it doesn’t mean you’re not dealing with it

Fine is not a feeling   full speed ahead 24/7/365 causes crashes   i know because i've been on the floor more than once i've lost my sh*t so many times i stopped counting i've cried hysterically after screaming at the top of my lungs when something didn't go my way or plans changed i've been so tense my muscles forgot how to relax i've clawed at my skin to hold down the rage   but you didn't know i wouldn't let you know on the outside i...

Your dreams are dying because of the life you’re not living

Desires. For so long I pretended I was unworthy. Like I had to do more and be more to earn the right to want. Ugh. "Earn the right to want..." The law had been written and I had declared, "I never was nor would I ever be enough." I had crowned myself "unworthy" and so it was. Eventually, I stopped wanting. It wasn't safe. It was too risky. My dreams and desires were trapped. Locked inside my soul, fighting to come out-- to come alive. Longing...

Suffering is an option

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. -Haruki Murakami while i don't recall the moment i first heard haruki murakami's quote, i distinctly remember the feeling in my body. my jaw clenched and my shoulders rolled back and tightened as i began to embody a fighting stance. i was under attack and preparing myself for battle. i was ready to defend my suffering. i was set to argue against anyone who would dare try to take my limitations away....

[ < numb > ]

⁣⁣⁣⁣ unfortunately ⁣we have become ⁣⁣⁣⁣a comfortably numb⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣zombie ⁣⁣⁣society ⁣⁣⁣of addicts ⁣⁣⁣⁣chugging down⁣⁣⁣⁣our cough medicine ⁣⁣⁣⁣of choice ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣terrified to ⁣⁣feel ⁣⁣unwilling to ⁣⁣confront ⁣⁣our pain ⁣⁣⁣⁣terrified of ⁣our unapologetic⁣wild passion⁣⁣⁣lives spent ⁣⁣committed to ⁣⁣⁣⁣dulling ⁣⁣the truth...

The 5 main ingredients to an incredible support system

You are worthy of world-class support support: give assistance to; to give encouragement to someone or something because you want him, her, or it to succeed; suggest the truth of. friend, we're not supposed to do this whole "life" thing alone. but, if you're anything like the me i used to be, asking for help can feel super hard to do. it sounds easy enough in theory, but in real life? practically impossible. i felt like being able to do it...

Is the path you’re walking taking you where you want to go?

just because you've been walking the same way on the same path for a looooonnnnnnnnng time, doesn't mean that path is taking you where you want to go. it's possible, that it's time to change directions. i've been in this super reflective space all week and just an hour or so ago, i threw my 2018 planner in the trash-can.  along with it, i threw my 2017 planner away. yup. i'd been holding onto that as well.  it's funny how we keep things...

Programmed to perform

This image effects me in a deep way... There is a tightening in my jaw. A tension in my neck. A dull, but present ache in my chest. Once I allowed the sadness to come and wash over me, I sat with my truth. The truth of what I saw in this picture. A version of my punisher. The part of me that does not like me. The part of me who spent years telling me that I would be worthy and valuable if - and only if - I achieved perfection. The part of me...

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