I still haven’t had the time to fully process last weekend’s Extravaganza conference, but it was undoubtedly one of my favorites because of the people and moments we shared together.
It felt like a long-awaited reunion, a beautiful whirlwind of hugs and belly laughs, with enough spaciousness to grieve and release what needed to be let go.
It was an honor to serve w/the E team, lead a course building communal, body-centered racial justice practices w/one of my best friends; rock w/one of the most AMAZING bands ever; offer words of blessing over several hundred beautiful souls; & I even got to dance w/the bishop!
What I love most is that I got to do it all with people I deeply care about—people who are not only committed to excellence, but committed to the work of healing in the world.
We all showed up vulnerably with our wounds and scars, with hearts broken wide open for the Spirit to blow freely, wildly, and boundlessly, bringing each of us just what we needed in just the right moment
Here’s to more hugs and belly laughs, more space to grieve, more space to dance, and more space to heal. I’m grateful to journey with all.
Even though I’ve published a book, been on big stages, and toured the country, I still struggle with imposter syndrome, wrestle with questions of my value, and wonder if I’m saying or doing enough.
I share all of this not for pity, but to validate anyone else who might also experience this—AND to serve as a reminder that we don’t need to believe the lies our minds tell us.
The truth is, there’s nothing I can say or do to change that my body is good and worthy of love. I’m committed to walking in my purpose and I don’t walk alone.