This morning I woke up without my voice. 

It’s truly strange to wake up without something so integral to who you are. Did I mention uncomfortable? That too for SURE 😯

This happens every couple of years in my experience in this human living experience suit (aka, my body 😜)

I look the same.

I feel the same.

I just can’t express myself in the same way, and I can’t respond in the ways I’m used to… what a powerful gift of a lesson. 

I found myself for a split-second speeding up and veering onto the default ‘worry highway’…

 “What if it never comes back?”

And

 “Could I still be ME without my voice?”

It’s so curious and fascinating how we attach our identity to parts of us, our roles, and experiences right?! 

I’m doing my best to just curiously observe all those thoughts with compassion and curiosity (while drinking Phil’s delicious healing wheat grass juice) 😋 

One thing I’ve been made aware of today is how grateful I am to have a voice and be able to use it ALMOST all of the times that I want to 😉 I know so many people whose voices DO work just perfectly fine, and they still have so many challenges standing in their power and using it the way they want to 😞

Holding up my green glass of deliciousness to cheers YOU and your voice today!! 

Here’s to using your words as wands to create the magic you want to come alive in your world 🪄✨🌎

And remembering there’s so much more to life than the ‘worry highway’ 😉