Messy b*tch moments

Hello,

Witness, some fun facts about me:

- every so often, when frustrated I don’t just “cry” or “weep” - I scream like a terror banshee unleashed from the Nightmare realms, come to claim souls

- my car often looks like Woodstock after the party ended, complete with bodily fluids, sequined gowns, incense ash, orange rinds and suspect psychedelic residues

- I will one hundred percent skip work calls for orgasms; “so so so sorry, something unforeseen has come up can we reschedule?”

- I used to think my husband was paranoid and trying to control me (and would yell this at him)….

...and THEN I just recently realized I was being perpetually dishonest about my desire for polyamory…

- so I got honest with Taia and now things are hotter and messier and weirder than ever before ;)

Portrait: at Faena in Miami, by @summerinwaves​

- often my toddler is COVERED in marker ink. She is an avant- garde performance artist specializing in body-as-canvas and I, for one, am fine with this and respect her calling.

In April I said something from my heart on this here email list, pissed off a giant sea of people, experienced a full-on Instagram witch burning and I’m still rich and happy and learning deeper levels of the release of guilt and shame …

… because I realized the initial controversial post came from a place of arguing out loud with hooks of guilt that need to be removed from within so that I can better serve taboo electric transmutation.

- all this goes on and STILL many people in my programs report tripling, quadrupling, and even ten-folding their incomes while feeling more alive and connected and delighted than ever before

In short, I’m a messy b*tch, on a roller coaster of life, and I still rock it.

So if you’re feeling messy and like people hate you and maybe you suck … I’m just here to say… uh-uh. No way.

Think about all the ways you’re growing and winning.

What have been your messy b*tch glory moments recently?

best,

Carolyn