The Power of Self-Trust: Owning Your Truth in Love & Life

In both January and May of 2021, I moved locally. Had I listened to almost everyone else’s thoughts, I’d be a hot ass mess forcing my way into living with my beau. 🤮

I heard it all:
~How long have you been dating? 
~Why aren’t you moving in with him?
~You should live together before marriage! 
~You will save money!

Fortunately, at this point, I built up a level of trust in myself as the authority of my love life.

If there’s one rule I’ll ever preach, it’ll be this: Know Thyself. 

I knew I was not available to live with my man back then. It felt rushed and just off. I  was also a clear hell no to saving money as the driving factor for living with him.  I wasn’t interested in bringing that energy to myself, him, or us. 

There was an opportunity for me to be persuaded by others. My dear friends meant well, yet their views were their views; from their lens, based on their experiences, their thoughts, and their pasts.

I decided to trust myself, and I chose to live it. Exercising this level of faith in my instincts transformed me instantly into one who trusts herself. I didn’t want others’ opinions. I turned within and acted on my own guidance. I shared vulnerably & candidly with my beau on where I was.

This is the only way I care to live. Owning my truth and standing in it is who I am. It means more than words could convey. It is worth more than anyone could ever put a price on.

Think about that thing you are grappling with within a relationship (any relationship will do!) If you absolutely trusted yourself, what would be your next move?

Act on it.
Back yourself up.
BE the one who trusts self.

When the mind kicks on (and it will), back yourself up and BE the version of you that trusts yourself. You are so much more powerful than the habitual thought feed that cycles inside you. 🤍

An Autobiography in 5 Chapters

Watching the Self Evolve

Chapter 1

I jump into the ocean to play in the vigorous waves.

The waves jostle me left, right, and then over.

I’m under the water now — fighting, drowning.

How did this happen? I just wanted to play. The ocean hates me.

After an exhausting struggle I regain control and get out.

Chapter 2

I jump into the ocean to play in the vigorous waves.

The waves won’t fool me this time!

The waves jostle me left, right, and then over.

I’m under the water — fighting, drowning, again.

How the hell did I get here AGAIN?!? I’m confused. The ocean really hates me.

It takes almost as long as the first time to regain control, but I get out.

Chapter 3

I jump into the ocean to play in the vigorous waves.

Third time’s the charm Mr. Ocean. I got this!

The waves jostle me left, right, and then over.

It’s clear: I’ve created a habit of getting myself into undesirable situations.

This is familiar.

I relax into the current, saving my stamina for the right time to get out.

I get out swiftly.

Chapter 4

I cautiously enter into the ocean to play in the vigorous waves.

The waves crash against my calves.

I get out immediately.

Chapter 5

I admire the vigorous ocean waves from the beach.

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