You’re allowed to really feel your individual rattling pleasure.
It would really feel overseas. Or egocentric. Or scarce. Or indulgent. Or uncomfortable—at first. Perhaps you’re unaccustomed to pleasure since you’ve been steeped in shadows. Perhaps you’ve seen an excessive amount of ache. Perhaps pleasure reaches out for you and also you stand agency together with your fists tightly clenched as a result of Pleasure is just not a sense you’ve been taught to know.
However goddamnit that pleasure is YOURS, nevertheless slight or overwhelming. Let your self commune with it, dance with it, with out worry. With out hesitation.
For a few years I walked amongst shadows—largely my very own, however some that I can not declare for myself. The fruit of that shadow work labor has been the lightest, brightest, most joyful I’ve ever felt on this lifetime. It has not been with out it’s personal challenges, and my pleasure has not eclipsed my rage—a rage that I’ve come to personal as obligatory if I’m to make my magic on this world.
However it’s MY pleasure, nonetheless. Mine to assert. Mine to embody. Mine to really feel with out guilt or disgrace.
But as a result of I walked so lengthy in tandem with my shadows, this pleasure felt like an invader. A fluke. I discovered myself afraid to embrace it for worry that it will stop, ready for tragedy to strike and ravage my pleasure in it’s wake.
And since we dwell in a world drenched with ache, chaos, and injustice, pleasure can typically really feel unfair. Who am I to really feel pleasure when the world is burning? How dare I really feel blissful when there may be a lot struggling on the planet.
I wasn’t positive the right way to enable Pleasure to coexist with Ache, the right way to reconcile the overwhelming gratitude I felt with the fad that I’m processing in any given second.
Babygirl, it’s essential to know this: No person wins if you reject your pleasure. Nobody will get to have it in your home. Nothing is gained from selecting to not settle for it. In actuality, your pleasure is all of our pleasure—we’re all of the benefactors of your bliss.
Whenever you refuse your pleasure you do the collective a disservice. There’s pleasure in little issues. Pleasure in large issues. Pleasure so overwhelming it breaks you open. Pleasure within the midst of ache, pleasure that’s squeezed from trauma, and pleasure that’s simply pure pleasure with no parameters.
All of it belongs to you simply because it belongs to me simply because it belongs to the collective.
Will you obtain it?