02/10/2026
We’re going to have a full house Wednesday at the next Women’s Circle… and in a moment I should be feeling grateful and excited, old patterns are testing the boundaries I set to protect myself from my own unrealistic expectations and the internal critic that steals my joy.
Instead of just feeling proud, my brain jumped straight to pressure. To do more. To not feeling good enough. To wanting everything to be perfect. To planning to prevent every possible mistake. To shrinking myself in order to escape the discomfort of being disliked or screwing this all up.
I have to remind myself this circle was never meant to be perfect. It was meant to be real. A place where we don’t have to fix eachother, perform, say the right thing or anything at all.
The beauty of this space is seeing ourselves in one another. The power is in the silence, we don't need advice, we just need our echo to be heard and our imperfections to be seen. We don't need another reason to perform or please, we just need to show up and be human.
So that’s what I’m choosing to do — show up as I am and give myself permission to embody multiple truths at the same time in order to diffuse the inner conflict and feelings of resistance. (One of my most frequently used tools I learned in therapy.)
I can be nervous and excited.
I can feel grateful about some things and shi💩y about others.
I can do good work and still f*ck things up.