I love it when he tells me to slow down

I grew up with a mother who did everything in a rush from getting dressed to Christmas shopping and making dinner.

It always felt like a race against time.

And bless this warrior woman’s heart, she took on more roles than I can count.

But lately I’ve been aware of how this pattern of rush is showing up through my body in motherhood. 

I want to rush them to bed. To rush them to get dressed. To rush them towards something.

This isn’t how I want to be showing up for them - or myself.

So I’m playing with turning this energy of rush that makes me want to push something out externally, into a feeling I allow to wash over me - 

What if this energy is power?

And what if I didn’t expel this energy out but I welcomed it all the way in?

I don’t have the answers to these questions just yet but I’m excited to find out.

In my world we don’t fix “problems”, we turn them into desires and fuel. 

And whenever I need a little reminder I have a sexy man who tells me to “slow down, Diana” in a voice that makes me melt.