09/24/2022
Be quiet.
I heard it a lot growing up. Moreso in the context of not interrupting the adults around me. It was harmless really and never out of malice but over time, it hits different.
"Be quiet" meant suppressing my needs and filling that gap with other people's wishes. I was being helpful.
"Be quiet" meant sitting pretty and answering to the calls. I was being good.
"Be quiet" meant waiting to see what a Physician had to say about a patient when I knew the answer. I was being respectful.
I was shy and honestly, didn't think anyone wanted to hear what I had to say. My voice wasn't valid, wasn't right and wasn't necessary.
The other day I was feeling myself fading into the background again. It's easier than reckoning with the emotions of moving into another paradigm.
I felt myself getting a bit anxious, my heart racing and tears welling up. My mind telling me that I didn't have what it takes to _____
My heart said, "Bitch you better breathe." And so I did. I was reminded of the little girl who was quieted out of comfort. She was afraid to speak, it didn't feel safe. It felt like love would no longer be accessible.
I told her it wasn't then, but she's safe and extraordinarily loved now.
We cried. I held her, I felt her shake and crumble and relax. I woke up and knew I was exactly where I needed to be right now. Serving. Both as a nurse and a coach. It will look different soon, and that gets to be exciting.
Then over the course of the next day or so, I received a call from one of my mentors, my muse, a light in this world,
She wanted to HEAR me. My progress, my fears, my doubts, my goals, my vision. Aside from the sheer fangirling I was downplaying, because you know, I'm cool... it was the reinforcement I needed to keep going.
Then a gorgeous client messaged me... and it's all just amazing confirmation.
To speak, to gesture, to tell stories and lessons. A natural Projector, I have a vision of newness, of rebirth and light to share.
Being quiet is no longer an option.