In a world of infinite creation, it can be hard to acknowledge our unique strengths.
We are capable of creating worlds, and that’s a miracle.
It’s a divine talent.
But it’s not our superpower.
Our superpower is not love.
Love is easy.
It’s not compassion.
It’s not forgiveness.
It’s not beauty.
And it’s not connection.
Our true superpower is our ability to be with the unwanted stuff, the dark stuff, the hidden stuff, day after day.
The sadness.
The grief.
The fear.
The hate.
The addiction.
The agony.
The loneliness.
Our superpower is our capacity to hold that excruciating pain.
To be with literally everything we create, so we can learn to thrive no matter what.
I know it sounds scary and uncomfortable (because it is), but it’s the only way to be truly free.
Let’s talk.
I’ll hold you until you realize what you’re actually capable of.