While I may have intellectually had no f*cking clue who I was, my heart knew. At first it felt completely foreign to be led by the small, fierce voice in my centre that I’d come to reject, devalue, and blatantly ignore. But then something completely insane happened… I started to believe some of the kind things it had always hollered at me across the abyss I’d created between us. That’s when the true revolution began.

I learned that self-love isn’t selfish, it’s absolutely necessary if you want to have any hope of showing up for someone else from a place of genuine strength and unconditional love. I rarely end up in arguments these days, but that is one hill I’m still likely to die on at this stage - martyrdom will not bring you the harmony you seek.

If you’re ready to find out what that quiet, insistent pulse in your own chest has been broadcasting through the void, then it’s time to get radical. That means blocking out all the noise and turning up the volume on who you truly are: magical, Spicy stardust here to light this place up. 

Twinkle, twinkle, witches! xoxo