This love letter/guide for the women holding space for the shift in consciousness literally woke me up at 3:45 to be written.

I went to bed at damn near midnight and as badly as I wanted to roll over and go back to sleep ~ I had to give this the attention it was asking me for.🕯️

I ended up writing/outlining for an hour and then watched the sun rise while taking a 6am yoga class. Came home to shower, have breakfast, handle some client work and polish off a proposal to be sent out. Finished this article, created the cute little cover image for it and a wallpaper inside the article.

And now I’m going to get under my blankets and be rewarded with a new season of Bridgerton and a fat afternoon nap.

A schedule for what? I fucking love being a woman.