I decided my word for 2019.
I will live this next year U N A S H A M E D.
(Wow, that feels gooood to say out loud.)
Spending today digging into how my Year of Joy grew me and praying through what’s to come in (full transparency) a year of idkkkk a whole lot of what’s to come... my soul sang at the uncovering (and consequent excitement) of my hidden heart goal: to not only live in boldness but to live SHAMELESSLY bold.
Unashamed of my faith.
Unashamed of my big dreams.
Unashamed of my past.
Unashamed of my work.
Unashamed of my passions.
Unashamed of my decisions.
Unashamed of my strength.
Unashamed of my age.
Unashamed of my gender.
Unashamed of my relationships.
Unashamed of my body.
Unashamed of my spirit.
2018 taught me how to find joy.
And as I’ve found it, I’ve faced (not anyone else’s...but) my own shaming of what that means to me. What I want to do, who I want to become, and what I value now over what I used to. I’ve changed every year, as we all do. But staying conscious of that change has given me so much clarity as to what’s held me back from stepping into my most flourishing self.
I will not give you a foothold on my life anymore, and if I do, I know EXACTLY Who to ask for help.
I can’t express in words how fast my heart beats at the opportunity to lean in to this word: unashamed. But I’m so dang ready.
2019- COME AT ME BRO.
Hi, I'm Chlo.
I've been writing and reading and all the storytelling things since I learned as a kid that if you fold and staple construction paper together, it sort of looks like a real book. I have always craved soul serving stories- ones that melt like butter in your mind as you hear your heart explained out loud.
This here is my home away from home. When I'm not exploring neighborhood coffeehouses, driving down the Pacific Coast (again), or loving on all my people - I'm probably here, with you. Come on in! Scroll around. I hope you feel less alone.