Quote by Jeanette LeBlanc

You’ve Got To Claim Your Right To Rapture

Quote by Jeanette LeBlanc

This is your time.

Yes it is.  Right now.  This day.  This moment.  This now.

All yours.

You don’t have to wait.  It doesn’t have to be perfect.  You don’t always have to finish what you started in order to begin something new.  And there is no more room for playing small.

Small is so very last year.

You’ve been gathering momentum for a long time.   This is a year of tipping-point greatness.  Your year.

What are you waiting for?

That’s right, ease into it now. Pulse with the life force that has been waiting just for you.  Feel that rhythm vibrating through the universe and running through your soul?  Undulate with it.  Let it carry you away, ecstatic dance style.  Spin a dervish whirl until you are dizzy on the wonder of life. Ditch the layers that are holding you down. Get naked. Come on now. Don’t be shy. Right now, in this exact moment, you are free.

Keep your eyes open wide to witness all the fierce moments of grace that surround you.  Reject that not-enoughness that has been desperately grasping for a hold on your magnificent spirit.  Choose authenticity over approval.  Be done with trying to fit into someone else’s notion of who you are.  Get comfortable with entitlement.  We’re done with asking permission.  No more of that, missy.

You've got to claim your right to rapture.

So, love too much. Way too much. Live from the center your wide open heart.  Know that you don’t have to push yourself to expand in order to fill the space you are in. You are already infinite – just as you are.      Let your freak flag fly. Every last thing about you is perfect.  Even the weird bits.   Especially the weird bits.  Those, my dear, are exactly why I’m already head over heels in love with you.

To hell with self-acceptance. That’s way too small an order.  I want you practice radical self-celebration.  Throw a party in your own honor.  You don’t need a wedding or a baby or a new job.  You are reason enough. You are ALWAYS reason enough.  Make today the anniversary of your arrival.  Rent the ballroom.  Open the bar.  And whatever you do, don’t forget the piñata.  Fill it with every last piece of magic inside you and around you.   Now. Knock. That. Fucker. Down. and invite the world to gather you up again. To hell with the blindfold – you don’t want to miss a second of this.

Know that every time you get beaten down and emptied out, you are also spreading the fragments of your divinity into a universe that desperately needs you.  Let the kindness and the raw, aching beauty  of the universe shatter you over and over again.  Find peace in the knowledge that your whole is composed of the sum of all of your beautifully broken pieces. Beacause breaking is becoming.  We never lose ourselves.  We don't break forever.  We just find new configurations of wholeness.  And every one is breathtakingly beautiful.  YOU are breathtakingly beautiful.

That thing you’re afraid of?  That label you shy away from?  That word that seems too bold?  That audacious goal?  The life you think you don’t deserve?  Aren’t talented enough to have? Aren’t brave enough to claim?  Fuck. That. Shit.  None of that baggage you’ve been carrying around has a place this year.  Kick to the the curb.  Now.   This year only has space for the bold and the audacious and the brave.  Don’t try to convince me you are not those things.  I know better and your excuses hold no weight here.  You are brave and bold and audacious and one hell of a goddess.  Always have been.  Always will be. 

So fill every step you take with intention.  Then remember that intention is worthless without action – so get a move on, sugar.   You know that whole ‘there’s no time like the present’ cliché?  Actually, the ONLY time IS the present.  Stop holding back.  Let yourself go.  Right now.  All way way.  You’ll be soaring before you even realize you’ve taken the leap.

Deal resistance a death blow and make sweet love to your art all night long. Put on your fishnet thigh highs and your patent leather stilettos and your special occasion lingerie.  Seduce the hell out of your own creative soul.  It’s time for an epic lap dance.  Dance for your paint and canvas, for fingers tripping across keyboard, for the open arms of motherhood, for the layers of flavor in the meals you create.  Wind your hips down for the click of the shutter, for the 3am bathroom poem, for the late night lesson planning.  Spin around the pole like fingers stringing beads into necklaces, for bodies twisting into asana, for holding a mama as she brings life.  This will not be a quickie, love.  No wham-bam-thank you ma’am.  No – tonight is for slow, deliberate kind of love-making that changes everything.

And when the morning light filters in and you slowly leave sleep behind, you’ll awake with the vague sensation that something has changed.  Give yourself time to remember that something has.  That EVERYTHING has.  Revel in it.  You are here now.  Fully present.  Fully alive.  Fully claiming your rightful glory.  A Radical goddess.  An Audacious Artist.  A Mystical Mama.  Celebrating the beauty that can only come from you.  Flying high.  Owning It.

Nothing will ever be the same again.  

And damn girl, you throw one hell of a party.

{But for the love of all that is good and holy leave the discarded fishnets and the paint spills and and all those dirty dishes from the party for someone else to clean up. Because you’ve got places to be and things to do.  After all, this is your year.Get moving, chica. }

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