Beautiful Chaos.

A part of me that I can no longer deny.

I am still trying to grasp the full depth of freedom that comes from owning it.

As if all the boxes I have spent lifetimes breaking out of have dissolved, and I am left in the raw openness of my truth.

The space that has been cleared with the weight of the expectations I had placed on myself being severed, is expansive.

Limitless potentials woven into the design of the masterpiece that is my existence.

For so long I have tried to hide my Beautiful Chaos, padding myself with the fears that I am too much to handle.

It is only now, that I am coming into a new potential of being, that I take great delight in being ok with my beautiful chaos.

I take delight in the mad chaos that is my home between 6am-8am and 4pm-8pm on weeknights.

I take delight in the mad scramble back stage of a performance or photoshoot.

I take delight in the discomfort and chaos that accelerates and magnifies my evolution and power to serve.

The reality is, I am too much for people.

I am too much for MOST people.

I take delight in that too.

I consider it a great privilege even.

To be the TOO MUCH for someone that awakens something inside them and begins an irreversible stirring.

The TOO MUCH for those who find themselves having this inner conflict over whether they love me or hate me.

The TOO MUCH for the tall poppies and the TOO MUCH for those who are only interested in their comfort.

Truthfully, it gives me a tickle in my fanny coming to integrate and embody this truth!

By owning my TOO MUCHness I am free to be whoever I want to be, in any given moment.

By owning my TOO MUCHness I am free to let my full authentic self run wild and free with only my physical form binding me to the earth.

By owning my TOO MUCHness, I am paving the way for my fellow TOO MUCH women who right now are breaking down the confinements of their own beautiful chaos.

My favourite delight of my beautiful chaos, is the moment when it all clicks perfectly in to place.

The silence of the house as the last kid sets off for school.

The silence that follows the last cry before they fall to sleep.

The applaud that follows the end of the performance or photoshoot.

The abundance that follows a level up in my evolution.

It is the yin to the yang of chaos, the equalising part of the equation that completes the full cycle of beautiful chaos.

Beautiful Chaos is me, the Alchemist, the master weaver and medicine woman.

In ALL of my TOO MUCH glory.