Keep Writing

Keep Writing

After the space was all set up, I began to look around at other vendors and their set-up. I started feeling into the vibration of the experience and the collectiveness of the expo and was brought back to a memory of another expo that we had attended where I had gotten far more than I expected. I acknowledged that this was likely going to happen again.

Protect me

Protect me

I tried to uncross my arms only to realize that it was a real struggle, my arms wanted to be across my chest, so I allowed them to be. As I listened to her talking I recognized that I had even pulled my fleece jacket tight across my chest before I had crossed my arms. 

Sweaty mess

Sweaty mess

It was almost 80 degrees in October in New Hampshire which seemed like nothing short of a gift from Mother Nature. Between clients I would go outside even if it was only for a couple of moments. I noticed that each time I went out my body would sweat, which surprised me because it wasn’t THAT hot and I wasn’t outside THAT long.

Naked truths

Naked truths

His response shocked me, it rocked me back on my heels. I had never looked at it this way before but it offered me a very different lens to look through. Why was I constantly making negative comments about my body to someone who appeared to be perfectly happy with my body?