“We have to stop waiting to wake up.” ~ Sarah Entrup
I am my destiny. When I came into my mother’s womb, I restored hope.
I radiate the fullest source of my being. I always was my destiny.
I float in a lavender bubble and sparkle from within whenever I let my light shine.
When I almost died as a baby, but didn’t, I showed the world resolve. Even the nurses were amazed; I had a remarkable destiny.
I learned to ride a bike, color, climb trees, play hide-n-seek, spend time alone, and write stories about this crazy, beautiful world. I was always my destiny.
I wrote stories about squirrels, stole money, and broke rules by ditching Camp Fire Girls. I got into trouble for living my destiny and being free—and I loved it!
Later, I attracted men and love and left them to be my destiny, not my karma or drama. I had sh*t to do!
In my last life, I learned the price of contorting myself and playing it safe. Now, I live into my destiny.
I’m health and nature and joy.
I’m bringing sexy back over and over as many times as I like.
It’s my destiny, like laughter, the woods, words, and even getting hurt. Those are my growth spurts!
I am my destiny. I’m not resistance or stuckness. I’m F*ck yes! and Hello, life!
I’m knocked down; get back up.
I’m: here’s what I learned when I was down there, in there, back there, over there. Now, I’m here.
What? You say I look different? I sound different? No, baby, I’m the same. I’ve always been my destiny.
I dance with my history and lineage. There are no limits, only gifts.
The opportunity to shine into the full line of me.
You thought I forgot who I was? Ha! I tricked you! Tricked myself, too!
But, I’m back to my destiny, twirling and swirling and smiling.
Through all my lifetimes, I’ve screamed delight flying on the swings with my sisters.
And lovers? Boy, have I been lucky!
I experienced the legendary love I longed for in my last life—the one I gave up my life force for, back when I went dark.
I had to make a choice then with what I knew and the times I lived. That’s when and how I made a vow to my divine destiny.
The me that I kept hidden away behind the protocol of that time protects me now.
When I walk down yesterday’s path or slip into somebody else’s destiny, mine whispers, “Not that way, this way.” Suddenly, where I was once unsure, I’m certain.
I am my destiny, not my habits or quirks. That’s just personality.
I’m royalty walking as a commoner, kissing the sweet sunshine of freedom. Incog..neato!
I breathe deep. I do Downward Dog, Upward Dog, and Destiny Dog.
I’m my destiny the way my Black Lab Phoenix exhibited the full loving expression of herself without apology, pretense, defense, or need to analyze.
I know people need love, light, laughter, and listening. Hello, destiny arriving! No problem. Pure joy. No inconvenience.
My destiny is not to be mean—even to myself. I’m kind and cool and lean into joy.
I let sadness flow through me when it comes, knowing it’s part of my destiny to fall and rise and realize new insights about myself and life.
This is my nature: to be transformed, shaped, and radiate today’s femininity.
Beyond definition. The divine feminine ignites birth, braves motherhood, raises people, owns beauty, and beholds grace. She makes way for messy blood and medicinal hugs.
Feminine spirit is raw, as destined as the apple seed to the apple.
She respects and dances with, but will never bow down to masculine musculature.
Because she’s not supposed to! That’s not her destiny.
That’s not my destiny. I am my destiny. My destiny is change and transcendence.
My destiny is growth, wisdom, and light. If we have to light this world on fire with hope and spirit and compassion combined with sisterly and motherly love, so be it.
We are here. This is our destiny.
We’re the firefighters of our time.
We are willing to burn for better things.
We’ve been here all along. Oh, you just noticed? Well, welcome to the party.
Destiny is always on time, even when she’s late!
I am my destiny. I am words and footsteps, connections and creations.
I’m poetry and art, travel and speaking, books and teaching.
I’m as loud as hawks squawking, quiet as sunshine, and vibrant as a song called Life.
Destiny is as undeniable as the color purple, as heavy as gravity, and as well-designed as a hummingbird.
She is me and I am nature.
I smell of lavender and sway my hips like a front porch swing. I sell you truth smoother than Tennessee whiskey and make you forget time before you knew me.
I am destiny. I arrive with the current of the ocean and all the treasures within. You can pollute me, but never contain me.
I am my destiny. I am fulfillment.
I’m stories told for generations and values held by women around the world.
I’m education, expertise, respect, and truth.
I shall not yield. I need not fight. Watch me rise.
I am destiny. Unstoppable.
I storm in like winter and blossom like spring—just when you thought I was in the ground.
I am life. I am death. I am peace and anger. I am hope and happiness.
I’m the first time I roared down a dirt road alone on a four-wheeler, dust everywhere and a grin so big I caught bugs in my teeth.
Nothing you say matters, but I hear it all. Clearly. So clearly now.
I am destiny. I always have been.