All the birthday love, book congrats, pre-order receipts, and #WonderOverWorry stories have me feeling 💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻 Thank you, #choosewonder fam. We’re just getting started. 💙
Sunday morning reflection: how will I choose curiosity over fear and wonder over worry today? #qotd ✨
BEST BIRTHDAY EVER! After declaring to 50 friends last year that I was going ALL IN on my book after years of excuses, I am OVER THE MOON to share that my publisher gave me the greatest birthday gift: “Choose Wonder Over Worry” is now available for pre-order. (Cue the champagne!) 🌀Link in Bio🌀
It would be the greatest honor to have you join me in “Choosing Wonder” by pre-ordering the book today and spreading the word.
As many of you know, this day has been a long time coming for me. Writing a book has been the biggest dream of all the dreams, and it’s also where I’ve felt the most insecurity, fear, and doubt. If I’m totally honest, I almost pushed back announcing today because yesterday I was freaking out. Since the book is all around moving through the fears that get in the way of expressing our gifts, I saw it as yet another opportunity to practice and embody the message, and see my fear as a signal of how much I care.
Truly, I’ve never cared more about anything I’ve ever created. When I sat down in Bali to write the book, with two months until my deadline, something profound happened. I wrote a totally different book than the one I was expecting to write. Wonder invited me to go deeper. To explore the stories I was aching to tell. To write in a way that felt edgy and uncomfortable and invigorating and freeing. To expose my cracks. To share what I’d never dared share before.
Half way into my writing journey, I realized I had two options: I could write the “safe book” or I could write the “true book.” And because I’m committed to living a life that is true over one that is comfortable, I did what I knew I must do: write my wild truth.
I wrote this book for anyone who’s committed to living their truth, sharing their gifts, and moving beyond the bullshit stories we create in our mind. Because now, more than ever, the world needs us to show up and speak up. The days of playing small, repressing our emotions, and holding back are over. It’s time to rise up, together. It's time to share the fullness of who we are, together. It's time to CHOOSE WONDER, together.
Thank you. I love you. Let's take this to the moon. 💃🏻🌑❤️✨🔮
Last weekend, at a workshop with @quddustv and @coachcarmina, we were invited to set forth our intention for coming into the weekend, which for me, turned into my highest vision for bringing the #WonderOverWorry message and book into the world over the next year.
Then, we were invited to stand before the group and declare with all of our being, what we envisioned and imagined. If the audience was feeling me, they stood up to show "I'm resonating with you and feeling you in your power." It was exciting and nerve-wracking all at once, and it allowed me the space to name my dream, while facing any lingering fears I still feel around being seen.
As I was preparing to share with the group, I noticed the Worry voices in my head chiming in to say things like "Is it okay for me to aim this high?" and "Is it my ego that wants to be on the NYT bestseller list?" and "Who the hell am I to envision selling 1MM books and sitting down with Oprah?!" As I breathed into and named these voices, I felt a shift and release in my body. My voice of wisdom chimed in to say, "No love, it's not your ego. It's your fucking soul. Own the message. Embody it. Be the vessel. Take it as far as you can. Align with all the people and places ready to hear it. The message matters, and it matters RIGHT NOW. Let the ripple of wonderment light you and the world on fire. Aim high, and then LET GO." Or, as my friend @ethanlipsitz sang to me the other night, "Let go, let go. Watch the magic flow." What I'm realizing is that now is not the time to play small and stifle my truth and question my dreams. Now is the time to own my power, step the fuck up, and make myself proud. Who's with me?! 🔮
One of those days... 🌊 p.s. I'm committing to more real-time raw sharing that feels uncomfy (and this certainly feels uncomfy to share), but #WonderOverWorry, right? 😍 #NameItToTameIt
Five years ago today, I walked into a Victorian home on Alamo Square Park in San Francisco to pitch my business. As I opened the door and walked inside, I immediately locked eyes with a handsome soul across the room. Even though we were just meeting, it felt as if we'd known each other for a long time. As I stepped toward him, I felt a bolt of energy move through my body as a voice inside my heart whispered, "You're going to marry him." Dating and marriage was the last thing on my mind, so I found this thought confusing and terrifying and... intriguing. Over the next few days, business talk turned into soul talk, and what was supposed to be a quick two-day trip turned into eleven. We now call it "the eleven days of love." Happy anniversary, my king. I can't wait to see where these next eleven days, years, and lifetimes take us. ❤️ ✨ xo @farhadini
When I'm terrified to speak my truth, it's because I care. When I'm afraid to step into something, it's because it matters. When fear is vibrating through my being, it's reminding me that I'm alive, I'm human, and I'm on the edge of growth. Terror and exhilaration are similar in feeling; the difference is in what I'm thinking about. Am I worrying about the outcome or wondering what's possible and how I'll keep on? Am I afraid of what someone will think of me or wondering how I can reveal what is true? Am I delaying in action because of what might go wrong or am I making each right next move? Take your terror and move with it. Use it as fuel. #WonderOverWorry#xoyoursoul
We can't hear our voice of truth when we are busy busy busy and moving from the next thing to the next thing without ever taking a moment to pause and hear ourselves. Your voice of truth will speak when you get quiet enough to listen. When you get still, tune inward, and ask for guidance.👂🏼👂🏽👂🏾👂🏿✨ #xoyoursoul#WonderOverWorry
"I'm exhausted. I can't do this. I need to rest. There's no way I can speak at this event." That's what the Worry voice inside my head said three days before the #story2017 extravaganza last week—the day I also handed in my manuscript.
I had pushed and given every ounce of everything I had inside of me in writing the book, and I was so tired. Plus, the old talk felt... old. My soul felt... drained. The art felt... outdated. Rewriting a talk and creating new art felt... impossible.
When I asked myself, "What would it take for me to feel aligned and energized by this?", I immediately felt a pull to reach out to the creator @harrisiii, and share my worries with him. "Hiiii, Harris," I said when we connected. "So I know the event is in a few days, but I wanted to be really honest: I'm. So. Tired." And then I went on and on, naming the microscopic truth of what I was feeling, the fears that were swirling from within, and all the feelings I felt nervous to say.
As I talked, and as he gave me a pep talk, it dawned on me that my sensation of being tired had more to do with my unexpressed emotions than my actual energy levels, and as soon as I named to him what I was feeling, a rush of energy moved through me. This carried me to the day of the talk, with a revised speech and new art to coincide.
What I'm discovering is that feeling "tired" can be a symptom of blocked emotions. And while rest and pauses are supremely important in the creative progress, so is naming your emotions and using them as fuel.
This has me wonder: is there something within you that you've been hesitating to express? If so, consider this a clue to speak your vivid truth. ✨ #WonderOverWorry
Wonder-full morning at The Park as @dybrkr and @trop_oj made magic and New York City went from awake ... to alive. May you take these words with you today. ✨
I heard a story last night about olive trees being used as an act of non-violence and peacemaking. When a family faced the most extreme kind of discrimination and oppression, rather than fight violence with violence, they chose love and peace instead. They didn't believe in two sides. They believed in one side, with one common enemy: hatred. As a symbol of believing in the future, and peace growing from the inside out, they planted olive trees. This story reminded me that the enemy is not "out there" in the world outside of us. It is within. I woke up this morning to this poem, which I wrote exactly a year ago under an olive tree. "I am you and you are me." May we all look within to uncover the hatred inside ourselves. That's where peace begins.