OK… I’ve got a bee in my bonnet about women speaking out. Any time the bee thing happens, it’s always worth checking whether it’s really about you (in this case me) and not ‘them.’  

I was trained not to speak out.

Although I was the third generation from immigrants who had faced persecution, I still got the message to keep your head down and not draw attention to yourself. Tough for a feisty little girl who wanted to LIVE.

And then there was being sexually abused as a child by a family member. It killed me. Not literally, of course. But to survive I had to heavily disassociate from my body and feelings which leaves you what I call ‘living dead.’

A numbed one-step-removed-ness which has you robotically going through the motions of life without really being engaged in it.

And, of course, in the 1950s, nobody spoke about sexual abuse least of all a bewildered child in pain. And, in any case, that was a secret just between me and him, wasn’t it?

I stop as I write that piece. Such silencing. And I’m not unique… So many children trained not to speak out back then in myriad ways… and now!

My eyes feel heavy and I feel sleepy which just descended like a swift shutter coming down. Sleepiness is another good way to silence you albeit self-administered!

So, what’s going on woman? What’s so earth-shattering that I might speak out about?

I know!

I might incite you to riot. I might embolden you to stick two fingers up to your status quo and rebel. I might even become known for it.

No keeping the ancestral low profile then?

My eyes prick with tears.

I’ve previously said that when you transform you can choose whether to maintain your life exactly as it is or create it differently.

What a pile of hooey, Sharon…

Truth is that once you begin consciously evolving, becoming more of who you were meant to be rather than trained to be, there’s no freakin’ way you can maintain your life as it is.

No way, woman, that you can squeeze yourself back into that smaller version of you without great damage to your emotional, psychological and spiritual wellbeing.

And, believe me, you won’t want to.

Once you’ve tasted the release of eons of tension and the freedom of being YOU, there’s no way you’ll want to go back.

When seeing a need for change, I’ve often joked, ‘Come the revolution!’
Well this is it. Transforming yourself to become more of the magnificent woman you are IS the freakin’ revolution!

No wonder I named my Facebook group ‘Wild Courageous Women!’

Are you with me or agin me?

Love and Wild Warm Wishes…

PS If you’re a woman who’s most definitely with me and aren’t yet a member of my private Facebook group, you can join it right here right now

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