A late night conversation with a friend, speaking self critical words from that place in her brain that was wounded during formative years, grieved me. I felt grief for the years she has spent saying and hearing the limiting beliefs her young mind absorbed. I felt grief and shame knowing I too had wounded my own children in my moments of anger, self doubt and frustration. I felt grief because I believe everyone is wounded and not everyone knows how or why or what to do about it. I also felt hope. Hope for the chance to share my belief with my friend and others like her who want to know and believe what I believe... that we are all enough. We are perfect in our individuality. We are enough when we allow ourselves to stretch and search for that lost innocent child that existed before the world put its expectations on us. We are enough and deserve everything good that our hearts and souls desire because when we are there, the world will be safe. When we are safe, we can afford to be generous, kind, respectful and so many other things that serve us and humanity. Is it possible to be part of a generation that is never wounded? Is it possible for a generation of new life to exist that doesn't hear negative, limiting, hurtful or demeaning words that shape their belief in themselves in a way that years are wasted believing the lies?
If this is not possible, how long will we wait to teach these wounded souls the truth that they are enough?
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