Have You Found Your Inner Myrtle?

Anyone who’s a diehard Elizabeth Gilbert fan knows this sassy say-it-like-it-is diva. Her name is Myrtle and cigarette in hand, she’s pure badass.

Myrtle is done pretending to fit in, realizing that not being her true self was an injustice to her soul and part in this world.

She doesn’t apologize for making others feel uncomfortable because she no longer plays small. Instead she encourages others to be brave enough to shine their own bright light.

She is done with toughing it out along the hard path riddled with self-sacrifice, overcommitment, and energy sucking tasks. Instead, she weaves her own path where uncertainty breaks barriers.

Outside noises no longer drown the quiet yet important sounds of her own soul where the true answers can be found.

Being tuned-in, always connected have been eagerly tossed aside so she can now tune into the silence inside of her, the frequency that matters most.

She replaced trying to please everyone with take a bath in the middle of the day kind of self love. She knows that loving herself is the core of all other love, looking inside rather than out.

Myrtle no longer bothers with cocktail parties where small talk skims the surface of life and booze is the false friend that abandons you when the daylight comes.

Criticism and complaints no longer drain her, realizing that other people’s opinions reveal nothing of herself but only of their own perspective.

She no longer bows to her inner critic, knowing that her past shaped her, needing it learn and grow, that her body is her magnificent temple, and that her knowledge is fierce if she just listens.

She doesn’t suffocate herself in playing small, living with regrets, jumping to conclusions or being something she is not. She finally realizes that life is all about love and that this moment holds everything she needs to get her to the next. Not racing to rise above the noise, but to pausing and recognizing her badass self.