I Made It to the Finish Line ๐Ÿ”ฅ ๐Ÿ


Reader, I need to say it plainly: Maycember is real. ๐Ÿ˜…

Last time I showed up in your inbox, I named what so many of us feel every spring. May does not ease in. It escalates. ๐Ÿ’จ

I have been living proof of that for the past two weeks.

I put my head down. I stayed in it. I did not look up much.

nd this week, I crossed the finish line for my client.
๐Ÿ

We are talking about a virtual Town Hall for 45 people.

Facilitated. Held. Done. โœ…

We are talking about a 50-page guide.

Written. Delivered. Done. โœ…

Oh, and a well-being session for 40 high school educators in between! ๐Ÿ’š

That is the kind of work that requires you to trust yourself all the way through, even when you are tired, even when you know itโ€™s taking you longer to finish then you expected or planned. However, this timeโ€”you stayed regulated and enJOYed the process. ๐Ÿคญ

I showed up for it, and I am proud of that. This is work worth celebrating.

Now here we are. Friday. A 3-day weekend stretching out in front of us.

June is a week away. Pride Month is a week away. Summer is on the horizon. ๐Ÿ˜Ž

Plus, my daughter Jaylin is coming home today from her 5th grade outdoor education trip. Three days, two nights, the whole experience. I have been counting down every hour. There is truly nothing like that moment when you pick up your kid with trail dirt on their shoes and a thousand stories to tell.

This is Justice & Joy happening simultaneously. ๐Ÿค—

My acupuncturist gave me something to sit with during the Fire Season (the Chinese medicine elemental timeline from May 5 - August 7). I want to offer it to you too, because I think it belongs to all of us right now ๐Ÿ”ฅ

FIRE SEASON PROVOCATION โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ

What would it mean to let my spirit shine without burning out?

Read it again. Slowly.

Because I think so many of us have been taught that the only way to shine is to pour everything out. That visibility requires depletion. That if it did not cost you something, it does not count.

What if that is not true?

What if the goal of this summer is to figure out what it looks like to be fully, radiantly yourself, without requiring your own burnout as the proof?

I am not there yet. I am asking the question alongside you.

I am heading into this long weekend holding it, and I wanted you to have it too.

As May closes and we prepare to step into summer, I want to invite you into your own reflection:

YOUR REFLECTION FOR THE WEEKEND

  • Where did you shine this month?
  • Where did you carry more than was yours to carry?
  • And what would it look like to step into June a little lighter?

You do not have to answer these out loud.

You do not have to share them anywhere.

Let yourself sit with them. That is the work of this season too. โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ

Wishing you a restful, safe, and joyful 3-day weekend!

Rooted in love. Blooming in liberation. ๐ŸŒป

From the Desk of Mama J Love ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝ

I am a Human Systems Strategist: I diagnose the pattern and co-create alignment, whether that's one person or a whole culture. Justice & Joy in your inbox every Friday! ๐Ÿ“ฅ

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