Nothing about my life is lost on me.

The fact that my relationship with food is easy.

That I love my body so deeply and on so many levels.

That I have soul family in different parts of the world.

The fact that I live in paradise and have the ability to live anywhere.

My time freedom.

The fact that I’ve surpassed my old full-time NYC salary working entirely for myself and on my own terms…

… about 20 hours/week, from a little Costa Rican beach town.

None of this was by accident.

I dreamed of all these things for years before they came to life.

There were many periods of time where my reality was the polar opposite of all the goodness above.

Where I was at war with my body and felt trapped in my work.

Like I could only earn a living by sitting at a desk all day, or standing behind a bar all night.

There were phases where I thought I might never achieve the things I really desired — the things I now have.

There were times when the mountain felt impossibly steep, and the risk far too great.

But a deep part of me knew all that I was meant to be and do.

A small part of me was always steadfast.

Now I’m on the other side, and I feel like I’m just getting started.

I don’t take any of my blessings for granted, and I’m well aware that there will always be the opportunity to enter a fear state.

There will always be the opportunity to give food a job it can’t actually do – soothe emotions, fix problems, or make me into a different person.

There will always be the opportunity to forget my worth.

To sacrifice my boundaries.

To go limp.

So I remember.

I remain in gratitude.

I practice being soft and strong.

Not rigid or limp.

An elastic dance with life, is what I believe the body was created for.

A tango of surrender and strength, leaning back and flying forward – often in the same breath.

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Where are you with your desires today?

Loving you, in your exact state.

Warmly,
Lula