Dear Shanita,
Have you ever met a jaguar on top of a mountain in Guatemala? You did, and it was magic. Before the downpour began, the sun guided your heart and buckling knees up and up until there she was, carved in stone.
You thought publishing a book about courage would bring you more clarity about the future. Instead, you felt more fear, more fatigue, and became a not-so-victorious version of yourself.
So you left for 7 days. A pilgrimage you'd been denying yourself because it's easier for a mother to put everyone else before herself. And after an arduous hike, you found her on that mountaintop. Not a new wisdom, but the one that's been in you all along.
And you know what she said? "I've been waiting for you."
You're still making sense of it, but as of today, you're feeling more encouraged to do what you sought out to do for Courage Magic. Plus, that hike gave you the courage to climb a second mountain (at 4am too)!
When did fear try to stop you from reaching a mountain top (a real one or metaphorically)?
With love + courage,
Me
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