The package arrived at sunrise.
It touched down on my doorstep and leapt into my outstretched arms.
Inside, I was sure, lived everything I’d ever longed for. Every hope, every answer, the golden calling that would give my life meaning.
I peeled back the wrapping, breath trembling, heart beating. Paper flew to the ground.
My hands shook as I opened the box and…
Nothing.
There was nothing inside.
Confusion. Frustration. Rage.
I had searched the world, followed the gurus, chased the shimmering solutions, believing I could finally have the One Thing that would finally complete me.
And there it was.
Emptiness.
My eyes wept rivers, oceans, galaxies.
When the tears slowed, I looked into the empty box again.
And somehow I saw.
Inside the box was me.
The feeling of being me.
It wasn’t my ideal life circumstances, my dream lover, the successful career, the perfect body.
Just this moment.
Everything already moving through me in exquisite nowness, and the awareness that had always been experiencing it.
Everything I’d been chasing was me, and it had been here all along.
It fits naturally as skin, closer than breath.
Being me is the greatest gift.
(Read this out loud to yourself. I dare you.)
Yours in love and play,
Steph 🐲❤️🔥
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