I’m Coming Home: The Freedom to Choose a Fully Awakened Life
“What is freedom? It’s the sacred journey of releasing all that no longer serves me and standing firmly in my truth. Finding freedom means giving myself the permission to come home—over and over again—to the essence of who I truly am.””
The Invitation to Return
From time to time, my Tribe Sis-Stars and I press pause on our busy lives. We walk away from the to-do lists, the titles, and the pressure to hold it all together. We gather in a cabin tucked beneath wide skies, among tranquil ponds, whispering trees, and the kind of quiet that lets your soul exhale.
On one of these sacred retreats, I arrived full—but not in the way that feels good. I was full of grief, pressure, and exhaustion. The passing of my mother still weighed heavy on my chest, and the expectations I carried—as the one who listens, leads, nurtures, and holds the pieces together—left me feeling like I had nothing left for myself.
In that quiet circle, I cracked open.
There were no empty reassurances—no one telling me to "be strong" or "push through." I was simply allowed to be. And as I spoke, something unexpected stirred. A part of me felt guilty.
Shouldn’t I be past this?
Past the need to prove, to push, to pour from an empty cup?
Shouldn’t I know better by now—
to stop emptying myself just to keep everyone else full,
to stop mistaking control for care,
to stop calling exhaustion strength?
I could feel the old stories rising again—
You’ve done all this work. Why are you back here?
But in that safe space to just be and empty myself, something softer rose up. A deeper knowing.
Coming home isn’t a final destination.
It’s not proof that you’ve arrived or figured it all out.
It’s not some perfectly healed place you get to and never leave.
Coming home is a practice.
It’s the willingness to return—to yourself, to truth, to presence—again and again.
And in that moment, I wasn’t failing.
I was finding my way back.
I was coming home.
What It Really Means to Come Home
We don’t arrive at wholeness and stay there forever.
We practice it.
We return to it.
Coming home is what we do every time we pause long enough to hear ourselves beneath the noise.
It’s the sacred no that honors your limits.
The breath that anchors you back into your body.
The quiet moment when you ask, "What do I need?" before asking, "Who needs me?"
Coming home isn’t a one-time awakening.
It’s a lifelong unfolding.
A remembering.
A reckoning.
A return.
And if we go deeper, we begin to see something sacred:
To come home to yourself is to remember that you were never meant to be anyone else.
You are not random.
You are not extra.
You are not too sensitive or too much or too scattered.
You are a reflection of the Creator — Imago Dei.
Living In Full Expression: Returning to Authenticity
Coming home makes authenticity possible.
Because when you’ve been praised for being strong, when you’ve learned to perform your worth, when you’ve survived by shrinking—being yourself can feel like rebellion.
But this is what Living In Full Expression means:
To speak what’s true. To embody what’s real. To show up as your whole self—even when your voice shakes.
It’s not about being loud. It’s about being honest.
It’s not about being fearless. It’s about being present.
Authenticity is the expression.
Wholeness is the state.
Coming home is the practice that brings them both to life.
Growth Doesn’t Move in Straight Lines—It Moves in Spirals
I used to think healing meant being done. That I could tick off a box and be free.
But now, I see it differently:
I began to view this journey as a spiral, drawing me inward and closer to the core of my being.
With each turn, I revisit old wounds—not because I failed, but because I'm ready to see them with new eyes.
Each loop deepens awareness.
Each return reveals new truth.
Each moment softens us further into grace.
The spiral reminds us that growth isn’t about straight lines—it’s about returning, again and again, with more compassion than before.
And every time we circle back, we’re not who we were.
We’ve softened. We’ve grown. We’ve reclaimed another piece of who we truly are.
And that is the true essence of coming home.
How to Begin: 3 Steps to Come Home to Yourself
Shared humbly from my own journey through L.I.F.E.
You know, we’re all on this journey—just doing our best to find the kind of peace and wholeness that makes life feel meaningful. And I’ll be honest with you: I don’t have all the answers. Far from it. But from my own lived experience—through the messy, sacred, unraveling parts of life—I’ve discovered that coming home to ourselves is not just healing. It’s essential.
So I want to share what’s helped me. Not as a prescription. Not as a checklist. But as a compass—something you can hold close as you find your own way.
KNOW THYSELF
Coming home begins with knowing who you are beneath the surface.
It means getting curious about the beliefs, patterns, and habits that quietly run the show—especially the ones you didn’t choose consciously. Science tells us that about 90% of our actions are shaped by subconscious programming: stories we inherited, roles we learned to play, fears we never voiced.
For me, knowing myself meant facing the parts I was performing—like perfectionism—and asking: What is this trying to protect? What story is this holding up?
Often, the root is fear. Fear of not being enough. Fear of disappointing others. But once we name it, we can begin to rewrite it—with compassion, with intention, with truth.
Knowing yourself isn’t about fixing anything. It’s about remembering who you were before the world told you who to be.
HONOR YOUR UNIQUE PATH
We all walk through an inner wilderness. But no two paths look the same.
What works for someone else might not work for you—and that’s not a flaw. That’s freedom.
Trying to follow someone else’s blueprint can leave you more lost. I’ve learned to stop asking “Am I doing it right?” and start asking “Does this feel true for me?”
Your journey home is sacred. It may be winding. It may circle back. It may be quiet when others are loud. That’s okay.
PRACTICE THE GIFT OF SELF-COMPASSION
Self-compassion—this was a concept that felt almost foreign to me until a few years ago. To be honest, I’m still learning to embrace it fully. It’s like discovering a new way of speaking to yourself with kindness and understanding, something we often extend so freely to others but forget to offer ourselves.
Imagine self-compassion as a warm, gentle hug from within. It’s not about avoiding the tough stuff or glossing over our imperfections. It’s about treating yourself with the same kindness you would offer a dear friend.
Self-compassion is like being a warrior of your own heart. It’s about standing strong amidst the storms while holding yourself with the utmost tenderness. It’s acknowledging your struggles without harsh judgment and allowing yourself to be perfectly imperfect.
By practicing self-compassion, you give yourself the space to embrace your journey with patience and love.
Coming Home Is a Form of Worship
As we wrap up, remember this:
You are meant for LIFE—Living In Full Expression.
Coming home to your true self is not just an act of healing.
It’s a sacred act of return.
It’s how the created reflects back to the Creator.
When the creation lives in full expression of what the Creator designed—
That is worship.
That is love reflected back.
That is the highest praise.
Every time you show up as your whole self—unmasked, unmuted, and unafraid—
You mirror the brilliance of the One who made you.
You don’t have to be perfect.
You don’t have to be healed all the way.
You just have to be present.
To return.
To live from within.
Because when the created reflects the Creator through truth, through presence, through wholeness—
That is sacred. That is enough. That is coming home.
