Nicole RaymondiComment

Nicole RaymondiComment
        Have you ever listened to an interview where the person being interviewed was asked, “What’s your greatest superpower?” I feel like I hear that question being posed all the time and I’ve always found myself thinking about it for half a second, coming up blank, then going back to listening to the interview and being impressed with whatever the person noted as their superpower. Sure, that’s why they’re being interviewed, they know their power.  Then the other day, I was in the shower (mid-shampoo) and it hit me. I didn’t know what my superpower was before because I gave all that power away. I spent years avoiding that power, suppressing it, and containing it. I held it tightly within the confines of my body and made sure it didn’t leak out, exposing my mutation.  Sometimes it did escape though. Mostly when my ailing body couldn’t carry the burden anymore and it erupted. When it finally surfaced I felt powerful beyond belief but simultaneously out of control. I would tell anyone and everyone not to fuck with me. My mind would flood with electricity and I would come alive, speaking quicker than my thoughts with words designed to pierce my opponent. Sometimes that opponent was myself. Often times, it was others.  But what’s a superpower if you can’t harness it. It’s just a burden. A burden that you don’t understand.  I think all that power ever wanted was to be understood. It wanted to be seen, felt, and heard. It wanted to be acknowledged for its intelligence and its guidance, not pushed back into silence.  Once I finally gave it the chance to speak I learned that it didn’t always communicate in explosives, it spoke to me in dark times of stagnation, in loneliness, in guilt, shame, heartbreak, fear, and anxiety. It also spoke to me in times of playfulness, fascination, elation, hopefulness, and liberation. It was always talking to me. Always guiding me.  Its messages are always encoded in the sensations of my body but just below the surface of those sensations is a truth. An intelligent beautiful truth. That’s where all our power lies.  We’re all superhuman if we can just learn to honor the very thing that makes us human.

Have you ever listened to an interview where the person being interviewed was asked, “What’s your greatest superpower?” I feel like I hear that question being posed all the time and I’ve always found myself thinking about it for half a second, coming up blank, then going back to listening to the interview and being impressed with whatever the person noted as their superpower. Sure, that’s why they’re being interviewed, they know their power.

Then the other day, I was in the shower (mid-shampoo) and it hit me. I didn’t know what my superpower was before because I gave all that power away. I spent years avoiding that power, suppressing it, and containing it. I held it tightly within the confines of my body and made sure it didn’t leak out, exposing my mutation.

Sometimes it did escape though. Mostly when my ailing body couldn’t carry the burden anymore and it erupted. When it finally surfaced I felt powerful beyond belief but simultaneously out of control. I would tell anyone and everyone not to fuck with me. My mind would flood with electricity and I would come alive, speaking quicker than my thoughts with words designed to pierce my opponent. Sometimes that opponent was myself. Often times, it was others.

But what’s a superpower if you can’t harness it. It’s just a burden. A burden that you don’t understand.

I think all that power ever wanted was to be understood. It wanted to be seen, felt, and heard. It wanted to be acknowledged for its intelligence and its guidance, not pushed back into silence.

Once I finally gave it the chance to speak I learned that it didn’t always communicate in explosives, it spoke to me in dark times of stagnation, in loneliness, in guilt, shame, heartbreak, fear, and anxiety. It also spoke to me in times of playfulness, fascination, elation, hopefulness, and liberation. It was always talking to me. Always guiding me.

Its messages are always encoded in the sensations of my body but just below the surface of those sensations is a truth. An intelligent beautiful truth. That’s where all our power lies.

We’re all superhuman if we can just learn to honor the very thing that makes us human.

Life by Design was born out of a need for my own self-healing after decades of unresolved illness. It wasn’t until finding the courage to look within that I discovered it was my own belief system holding me back from experiencing a truly thriving life. We all have access to that thriving life. We just need to rediscover our power and ignite the healing-self. Only then can we unapologetically live a life by our own design.