Wholly Me Wednesday: Week 11 (9.10.25)

It’s 9:57pm, I’m in the bathroom brushing my teeth getting ready to go to bed, and I realize I didn’t blog today and it’s Wednesday.

My first mind said, f it…people will understand. Then the second thing that popped into my mind was consistency. Then as I sat down on the bathroom stool and began typing…I was like what does it even matter…who reads my blog anyway. And I was like ummm this is what we’re not going to do Erika Lynn!?!? It’s not about numbers, it’s about showing the F up and doing it because I said I would do it and that matters!

I felt like I had it all together and my ego was feeling herself like brand new baby, Mom of 5, kids going back to school, Hubby going back to work…check me out, doing all the things and making it happen…whoop whoop!! And then slowly, I began fumbling and no longer having it ALL together. Super grateful for Credential Coach School because last week I hopped on an energetics call and realized I don’t have to have it ALL together and I began working towards giving myself grace for my fumbles. There are sOoO many things I want to do and get done and I’m like yeah that’s nothing I can do ALL that and some but when I come to this bathroom at the end of my day…I didn’t get it or any of my to-dos accomplished. And I’m working on surrendering, releasing, and letting go of the judgment, shame, and guilt and cultivating room and space for grace, love, and acceptance.

Life is full throttle lifing and today I slipped off my square. But then it hit me…babygirl…this moment is what the practices and toolbox are for. I took my sovereignty and placed it on my head like a m’n f’n crown. Bye bye…victim mentality…woe is me narratives, and he/she/they/them/it did _________ to me. Nope, nu-uh, no thank you, trick no good…I get to own my power. I get to practice my tools and utilize the plethora tools I have in real time. I get to take care of me and it’s an m’n f’n honor to do so!

But now it’s 10:10pm and I’m ready for bed before it’s time to get up for my babyboy’s next feeding.

Until next time…