Draw your line in the sand.

Don’t rock the boat, said all good girls everywhere.

Begin to value the boundary of: I am unwilling to pretend. And the quality of your life will be your reward. But, good girls don’t …

"The body knows"

There's nothing subtle about domestic violence. And it won't ever go away unless women stop pretending what is, ain't so. I wonder ... when is enough, enough?!

What I’ve come to discover in my few years of working with women, is that all the women were taught how to pretend. Manipulate their inner cues to be able to tolerate the outer ‘reality’. Manipulate, too, the outer circumstances so people think their lives are “perfect”. Yet our inner world is in total and utter turmoil. So is that of our children.

Wise words by a wise woman: "I'm not settling for half of anything!"

And that's when I realized voting with my feet is far more powerful than trying to explain or rationalize or make clear through words. Voting with my feet, with no explanation given, is far more potent in communicating: I am done. Voting with my feet empowers me out of my habituated freeze or fight response. Voting with my feet feels immesely powerful.

This is a conversation about intimacy with ourSelves.It is a conversation about how to become so fine tuned to our own internal cues that nothing else matters.It is a conversation about paying attention to the cues as they move, value and judgement free.It is a conversation about letting go of the stories, socializations and strategies that keep us confined to a boxed-in version of who a "good woman" should be.It is a conversation about noticing and claiming the penetration of patriarchal mindsets in every nook and cranny of our existence. It is about beginning to wake up, and pay attention, differently.