10/10/2026
✨In My Pleasure Era ✨
There is something beautifully uncomfortable about stepping fully into my power as a coach and facilitator.
A mixture of emotions comes with recognizing that I no longer have to be who I once was to honour the journey that brought me here.
For so long, I believed that to walk alongside another woman in her healing, I needed to be in the same emotional space as her. That to hold space for rage, I needed to feel my rage. That to support someone through grief, I needed to sit in my own grief. That somehow, my ability to connect was measured by how deeply I was willing to return to those places within myself.
But I am coming to understand something different.
My power is no longer only in what I can feel or move through. My power is also in what I have come to know, embody, and become.
I can walk a woman through her rage without needing to live in mine anymore. I understand the fire because I have felt it burn within me.
I can sit beside a woman in her grief without needing to return to the depths of my own. I know the weight of loss because I have carried it. I have sat with it, moved through it, and allowed it to change me.
My healing does not make me less capable of holding space. It has given me a different kind of capacity.
There is wisdom in having been there. There is power in no longer needing to stay there.
And perhaps this is where the mixed emotions arise. In recognizing that I am no longer the woman who needed those spaces in the same way, while still deeply honouring the woman who did.
I don’t need to diminish my growth to meet someone where they are. I don’t need to reopen my wounds to prove that I understand theirs.
I can hold space from my wisdom rather than from my wounds.
And now, as I step into my pleasure era, I am discovering that my power is not only found in my ability to endure, release, process, or heal.
It is also found in my ability to receive, to rest, to laugh, to play, to feel softness, to experience joy, and to simply BE.
I am allowed to be a woman who has known rage and now chooses peace. A woman who has known grief and still welcomes pleasure. A woman who has walked through darkness and no longer feels obligated to live there to help others find their way.
My pleasure does not erase my pain. My softness does not diminish my strength. And my joy does not discredit my wisdom.
Maybe this is what reclaiming my power truly feels like.
Not having to prove how much I have survived, but allowing myself to experience how beautifully I can now live.
I am not leaving my healing behind. I am living what my healing has made possible.
📸Candid shots make the best photo posts. lol thanks AI for brightening the pic and softening my skin
