She’s Coming For Everything You Thought You Couldn’t Have

And she’s not asking for permission.

Resistance to our own growth is painfully real.

And not the poetic, Instagrammable kind.

I’m talking inconvenient, soul-quaking, “why is my nervous system staging a coup?” kind of resistance.

The kind that shows up right before everything changes.

Emotional resistance? That’s the crying-over-nothing, burning-everything-down energy. The sudden urge to sabotage something good just to feel in control. You’re not crazy—you’re cracking the code.

Spiritual resistance? That’s when your guides go silent or sound suspiciously like your inner critic. When the cards give you the Divine Gibbs smack. When the universe feels like it’s ghosting you… but really, it’s testing whether you’re ready to be seen.

Physical resistance? That’s the body throwing a full-blown tantrum. My knee dislocated itself yesterday (an old injury with a flair for drama), and today my low back seized up so bad I couldn’t stand upright. Not from effort. Just from becoming.

This is what it looks like when your soul levels up and your ego tries to slam on the brakes.

And here’s the truth they don’t tell you in the glossy “glow-up” reels:

This is the portal.

The ache, the spiral, the snapping at your partner, the temptation to quit—this is the price of admission into the next, truest version of you.

Right now, I can feel her.

The one who holds more.
Who asks for more.
Who receives without apology.

She’s already here, waiting in the wings—not judging you, not justing a limp or your tears, just whispering:

I love you.
I’m sorry.
Please forgive me.
Thank you.*

And then she adds with fire in her voice:

I trust you. Now move.

If you’re in the throes of a sudden argument, a mystery illness, or a full-blown identity crisis—take heart.

The ground is shifting with purpose. It’s the holy chaos that erupts right before you become too sovereign to ever go back.

So drink your water.
Take the nap.
Tell your guides you’re pissed and you’re listening.
And trust that your body isn’t betraying you—it’s clearing space for your expansion.

Every breath is loosening the old and welcoming the wild.

And she?

She’s coming for everything you thought you couldn’t have.

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👉 Reflection Prompt:
What sensations, patterns, or moments of resistance are revealing where your next expansion wants to unfold?
Write her a letter—the version of you who’s already on the other side—and ask her what she remembers from this threshold.

🔥 Daily Affirmation:
I honor my expansion with grace and audacity.
My body is the compass of my becoming.
Every tremor is a threshold.
I rise as the woman who delightfully, deliciously, receives it all.

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P.S. Profit is protest, and so is honoring the mess and the magic it births; we don’t bypass the breakdown. We bless it. Your evolution expands the movement. Sovereign profits ripple outward—audacious, contagious, unstoppable.

🎧 Song of the Day: Cruel by Spencer Sutherland

*This is Ho’oponopono an ancient Hawaiian practice of reconciliation and forgiveness with a little Shaneh spin