Feminine Leadership week - Day 1

 

Day 1: “The Story is the Seed”

🔑 Your story is not too messy, too soft, too strange. It’s your power.

 I was watching the series ‘MAID' on netflix yesterday and it pierced my heart - so much pain, hurt, injustice, it tore right through me.. and after processing my own need for bounderies, anger and a plan to move forward, i watched another two episodes today and relaxed as i saw her picking up herself and the pieces of herself that made sense and reconnect and step into writing again. I realized how necessary the story telling is for women.. right?


📖✨Feminine leadership week - Why this theme week.. “The Story is the Seed”

🔑 Your story is not too messy, too soft, too strange. It’s your power. The Story is the Seed you need to grow your tree of Life inside you.. the power to exist, the reason to stand up again after every messy love fuck-up, after every loss.
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There was a time I thought my story was too chaotic, too emotional, too much as an HSP person.
Here is why it needed to be messy: I am processing my mothers energy, and the pain of my feminine line..
I left safety at 18 and landed in a world that demanded I grow up fast, lead from logic, and leave softness behind.
But buried beneath the expectations was a woman with deep wisdom — shaped not by perfection, but by survival, love, heartbreak, and healing.

It wasn’t until I wrote it all down — journal after journal — that I realized:
My story wasn’t a weakness. It was the seed of everything I offer now.

In feminine leadership, we lead from the inside out.
Our lived experience becomes the foundation of how we coach, guide, nurture, and create change.

And that seed?
It blooms into purpose, power, and presence when we are brave enough to name it.

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Your story is your leadership voice.
Start there. You don’t need to fix it — just feel it, own it, and let it root you.

What is your messy story?

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