You Want Authenticity? Light the Match
Truth, transformation, windsock rituals, and blooming anyway.
You Want Authenticity? Light the Match
Truth, transformation, windsock rituals, and blooming anyway.
"People are afraid of truth, and they cling to their excuses and stories for dear life.
Light a match and walk away.
Don’t look back—
you’re not going there."
—Michele
Everyone’s asking about authenticity.
How to be real.
How to be seen.
How to stop performing and start being.
And I get it. I’ve been there.
Still am, sometimes.
Even when I know who I am, I find myself looking for permission
from people who are no longer here,
from systems that were never built for me,
from ghosts who taught me to shrink before I even knew I was full.
But today I cracked open.
Today I threw a “fuck it” into the void
and heard the echo whisper, “Finally.”
That’s when I knew:
I’m not waiting anymore.
Not for a green light.
Not for a nod.
Not for someone else to reflect what I already see.
We don’t need mirrors.
We need sparks.
We need voices that wake us up, not just reflect where we are.
Because truth?
It’s uncomfortable, until it isn’t.
It itches. It burns. It strips.
But eventually, the stretch becomes strength.
The discomfort becomes breath.
And what once felt too big becomes your natural shape.
So yeah, sometimes you need a fire.
Other times?
You need ants.
Like the peony
you need something small and persistent
to eat away at the casing
so you can finally bloom.
Transformation doesn’t always roar.
Sometimes it’s a whisper.
Sometimes it’s laughter.
Sometimes it’s the tiniest crack in the shell that lets the light in.
It’s Diva Time.
Not performance. Not perfection.
Just radical acceptance, sacred swagger, and a question mark around my neck.
Because I spiral.
I ask questions.
I reset with dancing windsocks.
And I do not shrink anymore.
If that makes people uncomfortable?
Good.
Maybe it’ll shake something loose in them too.
Don’t believe me? Try this:
The Spiral Windsock Exercise
Stand like a fabulous, floppy inflatable windsock outside the weird little used car lot of your soul.
Let your arms go loose.
Let your spine move like the wind is having its way with you.
Bounce, flop, spiral, shake.
Make a ridiculous sound if it helps.
Stop suddenly. Feel the energy shift.
Breathe.
Feel different?
You're welcome.
Follow me for more truth, spiral magic, and spicy nervous system resets.
Postscript
Support is important.
But sometimes?
Support only keeps us in place (barely).
Sometimes, what we really need is a spark.
A shift.
A shove.
A fuck-it-and-bloom kind of moment.
This was mine.
What’s yours?
Michele
(Too much for the wrong people. Just right for the ones who are ready.)
PS oooh a song just came to mind, Adam and the Ants, Stand and Deliver
Stand and deliver / Your money or your life!
Try and use a mirror / No bullet or a knife!
Make your own rules. Wear your truth like war paint.
This is what rebellion looks like
Am I rambling…. lol
-Michele
Hi Michele, Fuck is a powerful word. Especially when hurled in the void because that battle cry will hopefully be a lesson for the next generation to stop the fighting. Start with mutual respect and systems that work for all. I continue to throw all fucks to the wind each day so my son won’t have so many to throw out himself. All the best. Appreciate the love and support!
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