“Owning your seat at the table.”
I’ve heard this phrase used a lot recently, and it continues to hit me right in the heart.
For a long time, I didn’t own my seat at the table. In fact, I wholeheartedly believed that I didn’t deserve to be in the room, let alone sitting at the table.
But with age, and wisdom, and insight, and let’s be honest – a whole bunch of self-discovery, I feel like now I not only deserve a seat at “the table”, but I’ve made a table all of my own.
I’m creating life on my own terms.
No more comparison. No more listening to the stories and excuses. No more hiding myself away.
I belong here.
I am worthy.
It’s about time I popped my big girl pants on!
Now, as a little aside – and because I want to always be completely honest here – for a while now, I have been toying with the idea of archiving a lot of my old blog posts. So much of what I used to write about makes me cringe. There is a lot of goodness in there, don’t get me wrong, but there is also a LOT that I just don’t feel the same about anymore.
But I can’t. And I won’t.
Because those posts, however misaligned they may be now, all were a part of who I was then, which in turn has lead me to who I am today. They are part of my story. And hey, there’s a date on each and every one of them, so there are really no surprises that I no longer believe everything the Amelia of 2014 believed in.
Hello evolution and growth!
This space has grown with me, and I need to honour that. I can literally see the steps forward (and backwards) I have taken with each and every post. The breaks between writing (hello lack of self-belief), the bold declarations, the sometimes “preachy” tones (ewww), the honest stories, and the lightning bolt moments of clarity… it’s all there.
Old posts don’t disqualifying me from pulling up my seat here.
So, beautiful friends, I stake my claim. I stand proudly as a woman wholeheartedly confident in the human she is today.
I am a writer (among other things).
And I want to write a book.
I want to share my words in various ways via a plethora of aligned platforms.
I want to connect – honestly and openly.
I am sitting at this table.
Now excuse me while I got an be a little bit sick. Big declarations like this, whilst important, also can (and do) induce a little anxiety and sickness. After all… it’s bloody scary to share your hearts desires so openly. But such is life at this inclusive, creative, fun, love-fuelled table. And sometimes, we just have to take that leap.