The disco ball inside you…

I used to think I needed to make my life make sense to other people.

Multiple industries. Many jobs. Growing up across different countries and living in even more states. Major surgeries. Life-changing injuries. Neurodiversities. Personal expeditions and wanderings. Lots of pivots that didn't come with a tidy explanation.

For a long time I tried to shape all of it into a clean, coherent narrative. Something presentable. Something that signaled predictable.

Then I saw a little quote being a disco ball: that a disco ball is hundreds of pieces of broken glass put together to make a magical ball of light. That you aren't broken. You are a disco ball.

And something clicked, we are never just a single moment in time. We are always all of our story coming together. Yet we're constantly encouraged to present only the highlights, store the hard stuff in a box, offer up a curated version that makes sense to others.

But what if we celebrated all of it? The hard seasons. The times you were just holding on. The chapters that never made the highlight reel. Those are mirrors on the disco ball too. They're what keep you shining into the dark corners of life.

I don't shape my story anymore. I let it all have a place, the highs and the lows, every piece taking up room, not just the ones chosen to satisfy someone else's version of me.

That's when the real light happens. Not a few pretty reflections, the whole big ball.

If you've been keeping part of your story in a box,  the messy parts, the hard parts, the parts that don't fit the narrative, what would it feel like to let them back in?

If you're ready to stop curating and start owning your whole story, I work with people to do exactly that and believe me, you will shine brighter than you knew possible. Just DM me or book an intro session.