Why this door is mine to hold
I knew how to be powerful.
I had to learn how to be held.
For most of my life I was the strong one. The woman who led, decided, created, protected and carried — in business, in life, and far too often in love. I knew how to be independent. I knew how to be wanted. I knew how to stay in control.
There was another woman underneath all that strength. One who wanted to soften. To surrender. To want something without having to direct it. To be met by someone who could hold their own power without needing mine to shrink.
My own work with embodiment, desire and polarity took apart almost everything I thought I knew about myself.
I did not have to become less powerful to become more receptive.
Both live in the same woman. That changed how I understand love — and it is why I read this door the way I do.