Stop claiming the things you don’t want

It probably didn’t belong to you anyway.

If someone gives you a gift, and you don’t accept it, is it still yours? Exactly.

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Throughout my life, I’ve noticed how easy it is to carry things that were never mine to begin with. Words. Energies. Labels. Stories passed down or tossed around—some from people I loved, others from strangers I barely knew. And yet somehow, they found their way into my body, into my psyche, and quietly started shaping my reality.

I remember being a young girl, just stepping into the threshold of my preteen years, when someone called me clumsy. A fleeting remark, at first. But then it came again. And again. Until suddenly, I was tripping over my own feet, fumbling with my hands, dropping things as if I was living under a spell. Not my own energy, but something I had unknowingly agreed to carry.

It went on like that for a while—maybe a year—until one day I dropped something in front of my granny. I muttered, almost like a chant, “I’m so clumsy.” And in that moment, she stopped me. Her eyes softened but her voice was firm, rooted in truth: “You’re not clumsy, baby. Don’t let anyone tell you that.”

I’ll never forget that moment. A veil lifted. I realized I had taken on someone else’s projection and claimed it as my own. I had spoken it into my body so many times that it became a part of how I moved, how I existed. But once I saw it clearly—once I remembered myself—I released it. And slowly, the clumsiness faded away.

I share this with you as a gentle reminder: what we claim becomes part of us. Words are spells, and even the casual ones can root deep if we’re not conscious. The world is full of energy seeking a host—thoughts, judgments, frequencies—and it’s up to us to choose what we allow in. Not everything that’s handed to you is meant for you to keep. Some things are simply meant to be returned, transmuted, or left behind.

It happens more often than we realize. But here’s the beautiful part: you don’t have to keep doing it. You get to choose again.

What we speak, we shape. What we believe, we become. So, if you’re going to use that power—and you will, whether consciously or not—let it be for your highest good. Let your words become prayers, not prisons.

It’s your world baby, everyone else is just living in it

Realizing the power we hold over our own realities is a sacred awakening—and it’s why practices like affirmations have become more mainstream. To some, they may seem silly or superficial at first. But the truth is, the subconscious doesn’t know the difference between imagination and memory. Speak something often enough, and your mind begins to believe it. Believe it long enough, and your life starts to reflect it.

This is what it means to be the creator of your experience. But owning that truth also requires a quiet death—the surrendering of victimhood. And for many, that’s the hardest part. Because when you step fully into your power, you must also take full responsibility for your choices, your outcomes, your patterns. That means no more hiding behind the stories, no more blaming others for the shape your life has taken. It’s far more comfortable to point outward than to turn inward. But true freedom only comes when you do.

To truly access the full spectrum of your inner power, you must choose to leave behind the role of the wounded child—not by abandoning them, but by allowing them to evolve. The inner child is sacred. They carry the raw essence of who you were before the world told you who to be. But to grow—to rise—you must parent that child with love, not let them drive your life from fear.

Begin by softening the way you speak to yourself. Let your inner voice become a sanctuary, not a battlefield. That’s how you begin to undomesticate yourself—from the world’s expectations, from survival-mode thinking—and return to the truth of who you are: powerful, intentional, divine.

Take something like financial hardship—it’s a common human experience, yes, but that doesn’t mean you have to claim it as your identity and continue inviting more of it into your field. I haven’t called myself broke in years. Not because I haven’t been without. I’ve had moments where I didn’t have a dime to my name. But you wouldn’t catch me breathing life into that energy. Why would I affirm lack when I’m calling in abundance?

People will say, “But that’s just reality.” And I respond-—Only if you believe it is. Reality is a reflection, not a ruler. It bends to the frequency you hold.

So, ask yourself: Are you broke? Or are you in the midst of a financial transformation, a sacred breakthrough, a divine restructuring? The words may sound different, but the energy they call in is worlds apart. One keeps you tethered to the cycle; the other invites the shift.

You may not see the change yet with your physical eyes—but why summon more of what you’re trying to escape, when you could start aligning with the energy of what you’re ready to receive? Language is alchemy. Speak what you seek, not what you fear.

To block the haters:

All of this, at its core, comes back to one simple yet profound truth: you are the creator of your reality. Your life is your sacred manuscript, and only you hold the pen. Yet so often, we hand over that pen to others—allowing their voices, their beliefs, their limitations to write in our story without permission.

But here’s the tender, powerful reminder: you always have the choice to close the notebook, to set the pen down, and to decide what belongs on those pages. You get to say no to what no longer serves you, to what was never truly yours. And in doing so, you create space to claim what resonates deeply—your truth, your power, your essence.

This is an invitation to step into your sovereignty with gentle confidence. To become a conscious alchemist of your experience. To speak life over yourself with intention and care. When you honor this, when you choose yourself as the ultimate creator, you begin to craft a life that feels whole, aligned, and deeply yours.

So as you move forward, keep this close to your heart: you don’t have to carry the stories, labels, or energies that others try to gift you. You have the sacred right to reclaim your notebook and write your own divine narrative—one word, one breath, one choice at a time.

Thank you for sitting with me here, for holding this space with open heart and quiet power. This journey is just beginning, and I am so honored to walk it with you. Until then, may your words be divine, your spirit fierce, and your path radiant.

Until next time my loves

XOXO