My “give it up” list. Feel free to make it yours.

It’s always a good time to let go of whatever is holding you back. Here are some gentle sweeping micro monumental suggestions.

I give up: Judgements that keep me separate from other humans. Doubt in the unfolding — all the doubts that I’ve ever had about The Infinite embracing me. Every single one of them. I give them up twice. And any and all resistance to Love. Dissolved.

I give up attack, arrogance and stifling fear. (My ego is quivering.) I give up being too serious. I give up my lineage. Yes, even that. May we all be free.

I give up second-guessing that I deserve respect.

Fear of being disliked? Significantly reduced. Perceived lack of deserving? Bye. Seven hundred times, goodbye. Worthy.

I give up losing my sense of humour when I could use it to turn everything around in a sweet second. Because, come on, it’s usually pretty funny.

I give up that gross-whelmed feeling that comes after you read most women’s magazine — of being too fat, too short, too normal, too frizzy, too hungry, and generally not well-lit everywhere I go.

I give up staying up too late because I think I owe something more to the day that I just gave my everything to. I give up being down on myself because I still harbour some resentment. I think I’ll just give up the resentment.

I give up allergies, checking just one more email, going too long without eating, and over-working.

I give up working within the exploitive ideologies of capitalism that are fed to us from all directions. I will do it for the love, and I will do it lovingly.

I give up the only impulse that ever gets me in trouble: the drive to strive, to earn my place, like, ON THE PLANET. Because I am really here. Chosen. And I’m not giving up.

Love,

Danielle