Being Confident is Intimidating

You know what blows my mind?

People think I’m intimidating! 

(Y’all, I’m 5 feet tall and might fall over if you sneeze too hard).

But in real life I’m just confident. I know I have been gifted unique talents meant to be shared with the world, and in both phases of my life (tap dance and healing) I have fully stepped in with both feet. 

I’ve spent countless hours pouring in blood, sweat, and tears into honing my skills, not to mention tens of thousands of dollars (probably more) over the course of my life to get the best education I had access to.

There is a big difference between being confident and cocky. 

I am a lifelong learner and seeker of knowledge. I’d have gone back to school a hundred times if I could have, but I somehow manage to find the perfect opportunities to learn, with the perfect people, at the perfect price (although some were big scary pricetag stretches for me).

Working to embody the teachings of the masters (in both tap dance and energy work) has enabled me to provide a service to the world that I feel amazing about. I have confidence in my abilities to teach because I understand that’s a huge part of my mission here on Earth, and I’ve been teaching since the mid 90s at the young age of 15.

I have rock solid confidence in my teaching ability because I’ve been doing it so long, but I am also a trained performer. Do I still get nervous sometimes? Sure, but I don’t let that bother me anymore. 

Do I still get those pains of “OMG no one is going to show up for my class”? Yup, but now I align myself with all the right people, and they inevitably show up. And even if it’s one person that I get to work with instead of ten, I know that session is going to be bonkers and amazing.

For once, I feel safe and secure as who I am. 

Being confident is owning who you are and everything that comes with it.

I’m weird and I love it. Because I am willing to show up as a total weirdo, going against the grain and preaching empowerment to the people to take control of their lives, I have been able to attract a whole bunch of other weirdos who are down with sparking change throughout the world.

I am nothing more than a passenger on this planet and on this journey called life. Nothing is permanent, and nothing belongs to me. Freeing myself (and others) from being slaves and victims to their own lives and circumstances has given me a humility that I wouldn’t trade for anything.

The knowledge I have acquired over the past decade is meant to be shared. I know only a small percentage of people “get it” but that doesn’t mean I have any plan to stop dropping consciousness in little pockets all over the place (kind of like I do with my magickal faerie dust…IYKYK).

Perhaps others are intimidated by the fact I am willing to embrace my uniqueness and the hot mess I generally tend to be most days of the week. I’m ok showing my emotions and doing the uncomfortable inner work to set myself free. Nobody truly wants to carry around their pain forever.

When you are willing to show up at the true you in the moment, other people can get freaked the eff out. Your light absolutely triggers the demons hiding deep within that many people refuse to acknowledge. Most people won’t do the work to free themselves, and when you show up farting sunshine that smells like cupcakes, yeah, it’ll piss people off.

However, when you are willing to fart cupcake scented sunshine, you also let others know it is safe to do the same. By showing up as your authentic self, you become a role model and your presence alone can change someone’s life.

Many people that have appeared in my life have done this for me, and now I get to pay it forward. Every time I choose to shine instead of shrink, I anchor in my light. I embrace my unique vibration and work to fully embody it (it’s a lifelong process of growth). 

I am beginning to fall head over heels in love with myself for the first time because I am no longer willing to pretend to be someone I’m not. I’m no longer willing to be stuffed into a box of limitations, lies, or expectations. Expect the unexpected with me (otherwise your expectations will let you down).

Is it because I show up this way that I’m intimidating? Or are you intimidated because you’re not giving yourself permission to shine like a fucking glitter bomb at the disco?