It’s Okay Not To Be Okay

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I use the dental office as a place to practice my skills of patience and ease.

You see, I hate the dentist (the uncomfortable chair, not being in control, the pain that comes with getting work done on my teeth) – absolutely hate it.

But I use that uncomfortable place as a testing ground for centering myself. It’s where I let myself know that it’s okay to be uncomfortable. It’s where I show myself that it’s okay to feel pain and uneasiness and that I don’t have to hide or run away from it.

You may be going through some pain right now too.

There may be some uneasiness, discomfort, a difficult situation, or insert unpleasant feeling “here” that you may be experiencing.

I am here to tell you that it’s okay to feel the way that you do.

You are going to have bad days sometimes, and that’s okay.

You are going to be unhappy sometimes and that’s okay.

Don’t let anyone make you feel like your feelings are not worthy of being explored, felt fully, and expressed.

Sometimes it seems like the world is so quick to try to make you put on a happy face or fake that everything is okay – as if there is no room for any imperfections or negative feelings at all, but the more you resist your pain, frustration, and anger – the more it shows up.

“What you resist, persists.” C.G. Jung

So what does the dental office have to do with all of this?

Well, it’s where I show myself that no matter what I am feeling – I can adjust home.

It’s where I practice trusting the moment, the skill of the doctor, and trusting my own ability to make it through whatever pain I may experience. I notice that when I loosen up and allow, it makes for a much smoother experience. Whenever you are facing an uncomfortable situation, see if you can start to view the situation as an opportunity to see how much you have grown or to practice adjusting home.

I realize that I have everything I need to make it through and so do you.

No matter what situation you are going through.

So experience it all – the pain, the frustration, the anger, and the disappointment with things not going your way. It’s okay to admit that you have these feelings and I’ll let you in on a secret – it’s okay to feel. It means that you’re human – not that you are unworthy or bad – but human.

So feel it fully and adjust home. Feel it fully and adjust home. Feel it fully and adjust home. Ride the discomfort, but have compassion for yourself and steady yourself in the midst of the storm.

Trust yourself.

Trust the process.

Trust your ability to make it through.

I’m not going to promise you that you will never have another bad day, but I will say that you will no longer have to be a slave to your pain or a prisoner to your discomfort. With practice, you will learn how to face it, embrace it, and find your center easier.

You will make it through.

Face your fears, embrace your pain, and set it free – are your ready for a BREAKTHROUGH?

Thanks for reading!

Renee B.

Intuitive Guide & Inner Work Specialist

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Tools For Rebuilding Yourself

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Yesterday we talked about the inner work of rebuilding yourself.

For those of you that missed that post, you can read it here.

Today, I am going to offer you some tools that may help with the process.

These tools have helped me personally, and it is my privilege to be able to share them with you. Although the tools may seem like simple suggestions, believe me, they work wonders. It’s only when we stop looking for solutions outside of ourselves and tap into the infinite resources within, that things start to shift in our lives.

I hope these tools help you on your journey!

1. Journaling

  • Journaling is a therapeutic tool.
  • You can savor the fact that your journal will not talk back, interrupt, or judge what you say.
  • Journaling also helps you process the events that have happened and your feelings towards them.
  • Writing down what you feel stops you from harboring those feelings inside.
  • Sometimes we just need the space to tell things how we have “seen” them or “experienced” them, and journaling allows you to do that.

2. Pay Attention To Your Negative Self Talk

    • We all do it. We speak down to ourselves, we call ourselves stupid, or beat up on ourselves. This scare tactic does not do you any good.
    • You would never talk to a close friend or those you love the way that you talk to yourself sometimes. So give yourself that same respect.


  • When negative self talk starts, ask yourself, “is this really coming from me?” Nine times out of ten that negative voice is not your own voice. Ask yourself who is it that is speaking for you? You may hear the answer, “this is fear speaking”, “this is anger speaking”, or “this is insecurity speaking”. Either way, recognizing it is a huge step.
  • Once you recognize how you are speaking to yourself, and that most of the time it’s coming from some place other than your true self, you can then start to speak to yourself in a way that is more productive, insightful, and uplifting.

3. Pay Attention To Your Nighttime Dreams

  • For those of you who read my blog regularly, you know that I am a huge fan of tapping into the wisdom of your dreams. As a matter of fact, I have a whole website dedicated to helping others discover the meaning of their dreams.
  • Don’t take these theatrical stories that your mind dreams up for granted. They show you all that is going on inside you. How you feel, what you desire, and the vast potential of your creativity all shows up in your nighttime dreams.
  • Even if you don’t want to dig as deep as decoding your dreams, you can keep a dream journal, just to read and see how vivid your inner world really is. Keeping a dream journal is simple. If you don’t have one, or you don’t know how to start one, you can take a look at the steps I have outlined for you here.

4. Allow Your Emotions

  • This one may be difficult for some of you, but it’s worth it.
  • We discussed in the previous article that society expects you to have it all together, keep it all together, and show no signs of the contrary. Well that is ridiculous. We are all human, and we have feelings and emotions so that we can cleanse ourselves. Allow yourself to cry, allow yourself to vent, allow yourself a moment of anger, but please don’t stay there.
  • Feel your emotions, examine them, see when they are triggered, and just be with them for a few moments. It’s okay to not have it all together. We are human – not Mr. and Mrs. Perfect. Your going to feel moments of disappointment, sadness, anger, and resentment. Feel those emotions. The only thing that hurts is when you deny the opportunity for you to feel and release them.

Because pain is just emotion trapped in the body.

  • Allowing these emotions gives you the permission to set them free.

5. Be Patient With Yourself

  • It’s okay to mess up. It’s okay to make a mistake. It’s okay to not know what you are doing. It’s called “being human”.
  • Take your time with these steps.
  • If you feel you have messed up somewhere, recognize that every moment is brand new. You can start again. Just allow it.
  • It’s okay to have bad days. A bad day and bad feelings are just a sign for you to show a bit more compassion towards your situation. Bad days are an opportunity for you to show yourself a little more patience.
  • You don’t have to get it all right – right from the jump.

6. Trust Your Intuition

  • Every post that I write is me trusting my intuition.
  • I pay attention to my dreams, I pay attention to my inner promptings, and even sometimes when I doubt myself, I erase those thoughts, and trust myself anyway.
  • No one knows you better than the “inner you”.

I was also going to say – allow your missteps, but that goes right along with being patient with yourself. Sometimes we just don’t get it right, and to even soften that a bit, sometimes there is just a better path for us, and it just takes some readjusting (attitude wise), to get back on track.

Rebuilding yourself is a process, but we have a choice everyday. We can go through life miserable, stuck, and afraid, or we can try (taking one step at a time) to rebuild ourself.

Thank you for reading!

If you have some tools for rebuilding yourself, please feel free to share them in the comments section.

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Freedom Friday: Becoming Who I Am

Set Yourself FreeMy Freedom Friday Post Is About Shedding All That Is Not Real

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A year and four months ago I decided to do something that was down right crazy. I decided to shave off all of my hair.

Now that might not mean anything to you, but for me – it meant everything.

Inside, I always had a burning desire to do it, but there were so many reasons why I felt that I couldn’t. This experience was very personal to me, so I am going to be open and honest about the reasons why I felt I couldn’t do it.

The first thing is that most “women” define themselves by how womanly they look. Long hair, their shapely bodies, glowing skin – you know – all of the things that make women feel attractive and beautiful. I was going through an internal conflict. How could I feel like a woman without one of the major traits that makes a woman feel beautiful?

I felt like without my hair – I would be less womanly and unattractive.

I am also an African American woman, and growing our hair (for some of us) is as rough as finding our way through life. So when I actually grew a nice head of hair, the thought of chopping it off sometimes was like getting rid of something that I had put alot of hard work into. It was very difficult through the years to grow my hair because it had been damaged by perms, heat, neglect, and stress.

But something within me kept calling me to expose that part of myself- the part of me that had no hair. I had no idea why the call got louder and louder – it just did.

Finally, one day I woke up and my hair had started forming dreadlocks. I was neglecting my hair and it was showing me the results of that neglect. By the way, I hate dreadlocks on females. Just my opinion – don’t kill me.  I decided that I didn’t want to deal with it anymore. So I took the scissors and made the first cut. Just like that, cut right into it. There was no regret, no tears, and no kicking and screaming on the floor. Just snipped it right off. The next morning I went to the barber shop and got it cut properly.

When I went home and looked in the mirror I was shocked. I could not believe what I saw. There I stood almost bare bald, and I still looked beautiful. As a matter of fact, I felt more beautiful than when I had hair. The experience was totally liberating. Not only didn’t I have to deal with my hair anymore, I could actually see my face.

I think our souls call us to the edge sometimes. They call us to shed the things that are not true about ourselves. The thoughts that I wouldn’t be beautiful, womanly, or attractive without my hair were not only false they were also things that blocked me from seeing my true beauty. Once you recognize the truth and get rid of the lies you have been telling yourself, your real beauty can show. The truth was – I was not my hair, and I was holding onto false impression of who I would be without it. Real beauty called me, and it was a call that I couldn’t “not” answer.

For this “Freedom Friday” post. I am going to list all of the things that I feed myself that are negative. We speak to ourselves so negatively sometimes. We tell ourselves lies. Those lies corrupt the person who we came here to be. In order to grow into yourself, you have to let go of the ideas that are not true about yourself. Your real self is here to express. How can your real self express itself through you, if you are holding ideas about yourself that are not true?

So here goes. Here’s my list of lies that I’ve told myself throughout the years. Here is where I can express it, and then cut the cord from these things for good.

It helps to go through the process. Just like cutting my hair helped me see the truth.

So here are the lies.

I am not good enough, I’ll never amount to anything, I’m not smart enough, my parents never taught me that, I’m not good with money, I don’t deserve another chance, I messed up beyond repair, I am inadequate, I don’t have the knowledge, I can’t do that, I’m ugly, I’m not attractive, I’m nothing, I’m worthless, I don’t deserve God’s love.

I’ve messed up so much in life, I made a big mistake quitting my job, I’m stupid, I don’t deserve to receive blessings, maybe I didn’t try hard enough, maybe I’m not worthy, black women have such a hard time making it, I don’t have any examples to follow, I have no support, no one is helping me, I can’t do this alone, I can’t find my way, I don’t deserve the good life, royalty and riches are only for a certain kind, I am being punished for my past mistakes, I can’t make it without my grandparents, I’ll never get my house, I’ll never make it.

I’m cursed, I’m doomed, there’s a black cloud over my head, something is influencing my life, something is trapping me, someone else has power over me, I can never be my own boss, I am not attractive enough, I am not beautiful enough, my teeth are not straight enough, I don’t have it,  I don’t have what it takes, I’m not fit to be a mother, I don’t know what I’m doing… and the list goes on and on, but it feels so good to free up some space!

The cord is cut…

Without a regret at all…

I leave this stuff behind…

There is better for me, once I see that all the stuff I have been feeding myself is a lie.

Thanks for reading!

Are you ready to shed the lies you have been telling yourself? If so, don’t forget to click the “leave a comment” button at the top of the post, and share your story. If you prefer to share the post on your own blog please be sure to add the words Freedom Friday to your post & link back to this post.

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Freedom Friday: Am I Alive?

Set Yourself FreeMy Freedom Friday Post Is About Feeling Seen & Being Heard

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A macbook pro is on my lap, tons of papers scattered about, son to my right – laying damn there underneath my thigh. I hear the twist of the doorknob; it’s my husband. He smiles at me, kicks his shoes off, and drops his book bag where he stands. He doesn’t even realize that I just cleaned the house, and probably doesn’t care.

He forces his legs between the table and the couch so that he can make space to dive into my face with a kiss. I start a conversation about a great article that I read early that day. One that inspires me even. He knows that I have been down, and am fighting my way back to some kind of stability.

He reaches down to pick up the chubby-cheeked miracle that is laying next to me. I look up in his direction trying to make eye contact. He is swirling around with his bundle of joy in his arms. Of course, it’s the right thing to do, but the connection is lost between him and I, but vibrant and alive between he and our child.

My shoulders sink and I can feel my heart break. “Am I alive? Am I here? Am I heard?” I think to myself.

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I’m in my home office with my face in my hands for the 100th time. Tears are pouring out from my eyes in buckets. I am blabbering words that no sane human-being could understand, but praying that God can somehow make out what I am saying.

“I didn’t mean to quit my job. I am so sorry. I wanted something better. I couldn’t be there anymore. It was draining me. Please God forgive me. Please give me my financial freedom back. Please get me out of this mountain of debt. I am trying everything I can to make it. I don’t want to be like the rest of my family. Broke. Poor. Begging for spare change. Barely able to get myself the basic needs.”

I am able to catch a breath for a half a second and then I continue.

“Please God, I don’t want to depend on my husband anymore. I want my own money. I’m glad he’s here, but I need to feel independent. I’ve poured my heart and soul into my books and tons of people are reading them, but no one is buying them. I tried everything that I had the strength to try. Please God. Please. Am I alive? Am I here? Am I heard?” I question as I wipe the snot from my nose with my sleeve.

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I’m flipping through the pages of a catalogue and my eyes come across a beautiful set of candles. I smile. Why? Because I love candles. They lift my spirits.

I run my hand over the glossy page of the catalogue as if my gentle caress will somehow generate a wormhole for the candles to appear. I’m ignited for a second when I notice what catalogue I’m reading. “Bed, Bath, and Beyond. It’s not that far away; maybe 15 minutes at most. I can make it there,” I think to myself with optimism.

My eyes drift to the right. There’s a stack of mail sitting there. There’s a letter addressed to me with big bold letters that reads CREDIT SOLUTIONS INC. I know that it’s another bill, from the same people who wrote me last week, demanding all the money I owe them.

The letter lovingly (sarcasm) reminds me of the fact that I don’t have the money in my account to purchase the candles anyway. I close the Bed, Bath, and Beyond booklet disgusted with myself and the world in general. “Can I just admire something without feeling guilty. I just want some damn candles. It’s not too much to ask. Am I Alive? Do My Desires Matter? Am I heard?” I think to myself.

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It’s a week or two after my birthday. My sister shows up to my house with one of my favorite people (my niece). We all sit down in the living room and chat for a few. After a while she says, “I have a birthday gift for you.”

I’m shocked, because I really didn’t expect to receive anything from her. I sit back with anticipation as she reaches in her black oversized pocketbook and pulls out a $25 Children’s Place gift card.

“It’s not about you anymore,” she says with a laugh. “It’s all about the baby when you have kids,” she finishes. My shoulders slump and my heart breaks. “I didn’t know that having children meant I wouldn’t exist anymore. Does she see me? Does she care? Am I alive?” I think to myself. 

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Freedom Friday’s are all about releasing the things that hurt us the most. It’s about freeing up space to allow the new things to enter your life. It’s about being completely honest about the things that are hurting you to the core, making you doubt yourself, and causing you to lose hope. On Freedom Friday’s we have the space to let it out. To say it. To release it, and remove it from our bodies and minds.

Here today, I confess that I have been having a rough few years. Despite it all, I still put on my hat and go to work. I don’t mean a physical work place. I mean doing what I can to improve myself, continuing to write, continuing to try to see the good in things, and continuing to put myself out there no matter what. Something in me will not let my dreams die. The voice inside is much different than my own critical voice. It’s compassionate, patient, accepting, and comes up with ways to try and help me move past this rough patch. Writing is one of the ways that I am able to let it out.

I don’t know what the details of my future are, but I do know how I want to feel.

If I just have that little piece, I have a step.

Going forward I would like to feel,

Abundant, Appreciated, Considered, Important, Blessed, Forgiven, Seen, Supported, Inspired, Comforted, Helped, Acknowledged, Aligned, Fruitful, Relieved, Financially Stable, & Gifted.

I let out a long deep breath and allow my heart to send a message out to All That Is.

I can’t do this alone.

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Freedom Friday Introduction

Set Yourself Free

Welcome To Freedom Friday!

Sounds Cool – But What Is It?

Freedom Friday is where you get to come clean about the things that are heavy on your heart. Every Friday you get to come to this space and release any feelings that you may have pent up inside. This space is not a space for you to be judged or criticized. It’s not a space where you will be graded on your writing or red-marked for your spelling or grammar.

This space was created for you to release your pain through writing, to write about the things that give you a sense of freedom, and to express yourself freely. Sometimes we hold things in, and it winds up hindering our truest expression. The burden of such things weighs on us like a ton of bricks. Freedom Friday is a day where you have permission to lay that burden down.

This space is a space where you get to acknowledge your feelings, express them, make amends with them, and then set them free. It’s a purification exercise that I believe will free up some more space for your creative expression to flow more abundantly.

Are you ready to cleanse yourself of the feelings you have been holding inside? If so, don’t forget to click the “leave a comment” button at the top of the post, and share your story. If you prefer to share the post on your own blog please be sure to add the words Freedom Friday to your post & link back to this post.

Thank you for reading!

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Pieces Of My Writing Heart

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Living From The Heart Day 10

Sometimes I don’t know what to do with this mangled heart of mine. There are pieces of me that were crushed by things that you would consider small. Pieces of me ripped away from their sense of security and belonging. I ask God sometimes, “what do you want with me? What can you do with these shattered pieces?”

In me resides broken dreams, unanswered prayers, and deep longings. Some of these things are hard to remember in detail, but I still feel their ghostly presence. I hear the faint whisper from them encouraging the most discouraging thoughts. There are also pieces of my heart that I cannot let go of. Those things are not easy to forget. They travel along with me everywhere that I go.

It is luggage that I carry along with me, and in return – refuses to get lost. They are remnants of that last good-bye that I never got to say, missed opportunities, failed relationships, and unhealthy exchanges. I can’t seem to shake some things loose. I see the things that I couldn’t fix as failures.

What To Do With These Pieces God?

I have many times tried to delete them – like I do to files on the computer that I no longer want.

But time after time again, life has proven that these files are un-deletable. Delete Delete Delete. Damn it; it doesn’t work.

For those of you who are out there trying that same method , let me save you some trouble. You can’t just get rid of the pieces of your life and heart that you don’t want. I’ve tried it.

So Again God, What To Do With These Pieces?

God responds to me in a gentle tone. I call this voice God because it just seems friendlier than my normal. Easier and more tenderhearted and approving of my missteps.

Well, you’ve always liked writing. Why not be vulnerable? Why not say what you feel? Why not let it out on some pages? There is relief and healing in expressing…

God Then Continues

You’ve always liked hearing inspirational stories. Why not create a few of your own?

You’ve always liked to talk around those you are most comfortable with. Why not write your heart out and let those who are comfortable with your essence find you?

You’ve always loved beautiful things. Why not create a space where you can observe beauty, the things that inspire you, and make you see the other side of the world? A space where people who feel just like you can go to take their mind off of their trouble, if only for a few moments a day. It will feel like eternity to them.

Don’t Try To Throw Yourself Away

You don’t have to throw your pieces away. They are the makeup of you.

They are what built your compassion. What helps you relate to what other people are going through.

Your struggles are what help you find solutions for those just like you who have felt lost.

But What If They Don’t Want My Pieces?

What if they don’t want to hear what I have to say? I am no expert or celebrity.

Just let your light shine anyway. No matter how small you “think” it is. Anyone can write words that people read. Maybe I am sharping your tools so that you can write words that people “actually hear”.

So Why So Many Tears God?

Tears water the soil.

Why Do I Feel So Sad Sometimes?

Sadness helps you feel joy after a while.

I Should Be Happy All The Time?

I am in a great position to express. Why don’t I feel that way all the time?

Because you want so bad to fit in, when all I want you to do is spread out.

You may never know whose watching. That one follower could know a lot of people. That one *like* could be the one that needs you or the one that you need.

God Finishes

Keep writing from your heart, and I will see to it that your broken pieces are mended. It may not always be in the way that you want it, but it’s always in the way that is needed.

{Love God}

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I wrote this article to show you why I write down what I feel and why I share these stories with you. It is healing sometimes for me to put a story to something that has broken my heart or to my feelings. Hopefully by seeing these stories you can take something away from my experiences. It’s not easy living from the heart at first. You are naked and feel like an baby that’s in a big new world. This is me, taking the things that hurt me the most or that fulfilled me and recording them. I am shining a light on some of my pains and some of my successes.

I don’t claim to be a guru or anyone that could even help you with your problems, but what I do know is that many days in my life I was in a very dark place. There were many times when I wanted to throw myself away. Literally, I wanted to end it all. There is a part of me that doesn’t want me to go yet. Not holding on to all of this pain in my heart. So everyday God shows me new pieces.

Pieces of my own shattered heart. God shines a light on them, which helps me write about them. My writing might not mean anything to anyone else, but it means everything to me. It helps me breathe. It helps me feel like I have something to share with this world and it helps me {even if for only a few moments a day} make sense of the pieces that I sometimes want to throw away.

I appreciate you taking the time to read this.

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