Maybe it’s a real surge, maybe it’s a matcha.
Maybe it’s a real surge or maybe it’s your matcha.
Maybe that coach is truly aligned for you or maybe it’s a trance of deficiency.
Maybe those are your real goals or maybe you’ve absorbed them via the explore page on Instagram.
Maybe it’s true or maybe’s it’s FOMO.
Maybe you really do have 274 things to offer right now or maybe your afternoon cacao jolted you into over-excitability.
First up: I love matcha. I love cacao.. Oh that glorious hit of the good feelings, openness and excitability. Mmmmm. That 10am ish sip of that frothy matcha latte goodness is pure heaven to me. If you know me, you know.
Also… I take breaks from these (delicious) stimulants at times so that I can remove the jolt from my day and see what truth remains. I’m in one of those breaks right now.
As an emo-manifestor, I experience allll the feelings in a day. Also, I live and create based on tidal wave surges that move me whether I like it or not (I always like it). Sometimes when I’m in a ‘rest’ or neutral phase, without awareness I can ‘matcha’ my way into a creation or desire or impulse and over excite myself and tire myself unnecessarily. I’m very sensitive- not like those folk who can do 3 coffees and somehow not start giving Ted talks at 37833x speed to whoever they’re in front of.
A deep, genuine creative surge for me feels like Mother Nature is rumbling in my body. No man, no thing could interrupt it, except for my own resistance to it— which then morphs the wild creative energy into less beneficial expressions.
With the emotional wave + manifestor cycles, I’ve learned how and when to best have my matcha/cacao. I’ve learned how and why I reach for the warmth, the jolt, the excitability and also most deeply— the wisdom understanding how parts of me choose that state for a sense of aliveness, safety or disassociation.
There are times when it is the perfect ally for my day, and times when it confuses and distracts me.
Right now everything is loud, tempting, and can feel grabby. It’s up us to centre, quieten and to move from what is real. Xx
I getcha sister! Caffeine to me feels like cocaine, so one too many coffees and I'm off building a high-rise building while my laundry sits piling up because it's just too small a task for that day.