Fear not the flames. You are the fire.
May these stories of freedom and reclamation inspire you to navigate identity, creativity and freedompreneurship, gracefully and joyfully. xo Ellany
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After a talk I gave last year, audience members asked me what fuelled / drove my quest for freedom. "All I've ever wanted... is to be free," those words fell out of my jaw for the first time.
Will I ever be ok? In this cruel, harsh world? Can I even trust my memories? Or lack thereof? What's real and not real anymore? Isn't healing supposed to restore my energy, not drain it?
I spent months uneasy with the diagnosis of PTSD. In my ego-construct, PTSD was exclusively reserved for war veterans, refugees, and car crash and assault victims. It turns out, shame had me believe that I wasn't worthy of the PTSD diagnosis, ie of its healing...
Someone out there is able to study the cosmos thanks to aerospace telescope parts that I made with my two bare hands. But keeping the awe of the cosmos in my heart isn't the same as spending an entire career climbing uphill toward an impenetrable "Boys Club."
Even though I had a near breaking point when I had to poop in a plastic bag inside my tent, I felt invincible because: no one can offload their shit onto me, no one could steal my joy. No one. And that is the kind of invincibility I wish for you.
How do you gracefully and joyfully keep up the momentum in your business, especially during summer lulls, back-to-school frenzy, and blink-and-it's-here holiday busyness? I use the Big Picture Reset as my grounding ritual for consistent success.
Sometimes, the heart needs balm that only poems and prayers can provide. May these favourites help you remember what the soul already knew.
I was watching a TED Talk on Why Schools Kill Creativity. A couple of days later, I met up with a high school friend for brunch. We reminisced and somehow ended up on the topic of floss. She exclaimed, "Oh my god, do you remember your floss story, the one you wrote in high school?" My first reaction was of trembling...