Deadbolt the doorway of fear

Hey sweet pie, you are learning the pause. It’s a beautiful dance isn’t it? You no longer have to strive to be perfect. You lean on that inner burp of inspiration, the impetus to be the true Mary Beth, your intention to honesty. You don’t have to fouetté ‘till your toes bleed or until you’re dizzy. You walk next to the ditch, and you breathe in the beauty we have provided.

Your striving, little darling, is to find moments of no multitasking. What does that look like? Well, sweet one, look at you now, sitting in the shade, your sanctuary surrounding you. The urban holy place of worship and listening.

Take a longer stride and strive to notice the rainwater still on your fuchsia leaves, sparkling diamonds around your bejeweled oasis. Continue, MB to look forward, find positive, notice nature’s bling.

Those patches of darkness pop up like a rack of clothes you upscaled out of your past. Step, sauté over the evil unknown and keep your eyes on your visible self. You’ve found Mary Beth in all her glory. You are loving your Mary Beth. Let her try and please you, After all, she is a people pleaser. 😊 Ha!

Let Little Miss Pleaser Muffet take care of you. Tell her what she wants to hear, like: MB you are already perfect because I created you. Listen to no negative talk. You have now, sweet doll baby, what you prayed for forty years ago. You have peace, you have surrounding beauty, and you have accomplishments. Push the wicked aside, address it when you want to kick butt.

Deadbolt the doorway of fear. No worries, sweet child, we’ve got you. Breathe in your sovereignty.