I was on the phone to one of my best friends for a long awaited catch up. We lived in different cities and though we saw each other every few months, it always seemed far too long between visits.
Sharing stories back and forth of our recent trials and adventures, there was a common theme that was emerging amongst the happy tears and laughter.
Deep inner transformation was being reflected by massive outward changes in both our businesses and our lives. We were showing up to do the work, and as happens, our worlds were shifting in response.
It wasn’t always comfortable. As we soulfully shared with deep resonance for each others journeys, I paused, suddenly reflective of just how far we had each come on our path to wake up as women.
“What’s going on here,” I laughed, “So much is changing so quickly for both of us.”
“You know,” said Bec, taking a deep breath and with a long poignant exhale, “We’re just getting really fucking brave. ”
There. Right there.
The truth spoken. We were just getting really, truly, profoundly brave.
