Nicole RaymondiComment

Nicole RaymondiComment
        After a long night laying half awake listening to heavy rains come down, I woke up this morning wanting so badly to be in a different frame of mind. What I really wanted though, was to stay in bed all day. Away from the world.  I overslept, half meditated, and paused. It was still pouring and dark outside. I told myself to get up. Life is out there waiting for you.  Get up.  I went lightly through the yoga motions, took a hot/cold shower, and put on red. Hoping maybe the shirt would remind me that today is a day to be celebrated, not loathed.  Go out into the world.  I took one last look in the mirror and reminded myself that I’m a fucking artist. For some reason that sentiment makes it ok for me to feel. To stay with the discomfort a little longer than I’d like. It’s a way for me to come home to myself and know that even though today is simultaneously filled with both heartwarmingly beautiful and heartbreakingly painful memories, it’s ok. I can let it burn. Let that fire make way for the new.  I can meet the world with an open heart.  But tonight I am all in flames.

After a long night laying half awake listening to heavy rains come down, I woke up this morning wanting so badly to be in a different frame of mind. What I really wanted though, was to stay in bed all day. Away from the world.

I overslept, half meditated, and paused. It was still pouring and dark outside. I told myself to get up. Life is out there waiting for you.

Get up.

I went lightly through the yoga motions, took a hot/cold shower, and put on red. Hoping maybe the shirt would remind me that today is a day to be celebrated, not loathed.

Go out into the world.

I took one last look in the mirror and reminded myself that I’m a fucking artist. For some reason that sentiment makes it ok for me to feel. To stay with the discomfort a little longer than I’d like. It’s a way for me to come home to myself and know that even though today is simultaneously filled with both heartwarmingly beautiful and heartbreakingly painful memories, it’s ok. I can let it burn. Let that fire make way for the new.

I can meet the world with an open heart.

But tonight I am all in flames.

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.