I find myself saying this a lot lately to the women in my world (and sometimes to myself.) It’s not an indulgence, it’s a necessity.
The yoga class. The dinner out with a girlfriend. The twenty minute walk around your neighborhood, alone. The long, hot shower. The weekend away with your partner. The afternoon of writing your book. The morning run.
According to Merriam-Webster, the dictionary peeps, mojo is “a power that may seem magical and that allows someone to be very effective, successful, etc.” YES, please. And our mojo is our fire within. Our passion and vitality. The thing that fuels us onward in life, that brings us fulfillment and joy.
Our mojo is not an indulgence, it’s a necessity.
On a group coaching call last week, I found myself asking “When did it become okay for the laundry to be more important than tending to our spirit?”
Laundry can be a metaphor… you fill in whatever “should” or “to-do” list item runs your day. And ask yourself, how the F did that start to take over?
When you shine even the smallest light, the littlest bit of attention, back on you gorgeous mojo that is waiting patiently for you, you’ll be amazed at the depth of how awesome you really are. Truly.
I know it can be hard in our culture, where the value on productivity and busyness is so high. I know I can fall into that laundry trap as well.
But, really and truly, your mojo is not an indulgence. It. Is. A. Necessity.
The walk, the book, the quiet moment, the candle lit, the glass of wine, the dance. Blow a little air onto that ember this weekend.
Not only will you find more joy and passion, so will those around you, breathing in your fresh mojo glow. You deserve it. You need it. Your family will thank you. The world will be brighter.
That’s it. Off my mojo soapbox.
Yours in living a badass + brilliant life,
xo
Sage
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