Shovel Judgement to the Grave

It baffles my mind when we make a one-tracked assumption about a person based upon their social media accounts.

Do y’all understand that we are multi-dimensional beings!? Serious question. If you do not know what I mean, please look that shit up…

These social media accounts have turned us into robots. Hi, I am Bri. I am a genius and I like cheese. BUT, I am not going to publicly announce my deepest darkest secrets. You know… the ones that make me who I am. Why would I do that? I am not going to put “I enjoy picking my nose and eating my boogers” in my Instagrm bio. No one would talk to me! If I did, do you think anyone would dig deep enough to understand that is a habit I face when I am checked out of reality?

Nope. Probably not.

Let me give you my personal idea of multi-dimensional-ness. You look at my Instagram and see I have a book published, you see I model, you see that I make videos and write blog posts, you see that I am a fucking goof ball, you see that my posts are “unorganized” and what do you think?

One part of the spectrum thinks I am fucking nuts and have no idea who I am (judgment). Another part is intrigued and find me to be mysterious and unpredictable (curiosity). A third part could care less what I am doing (lacking interest). A fourth can FEEL the pain and love I am shifting through. They can see the child in me that was told to sit down and shut up. They can hear my thoughts and they support my ideas (aware and empathic).

What category do you fall under?

For those of you that choose to judge, have you ever stopped to ask me a meaningful question? Have you ever stopped to consider the root of the belief in your head? Have you ever noticed that you are relying on your programs to format your life?

We all have these stupid profiles that are supposed to project who we are. Guess what, mine tells you the fucking TRUTH. I am crazy. I am energetic. I have many personalities. I feel pure excitement, joy, love, disappointment, and confusion.

Some of y’all are mad that I show you the true me. You want me to conform to the boxes some big headed mother fucker created for us. FUCK THAT.

I create my own world.

Know this: I appreciate all of you that do not understand me. Your questions in my head are what fuel my drive. Thank you. Please continue…

xoxox, more than meets the eye

Are You Withholding Your Gold?

Do you hold back from singing and dancing in worry of be judged?

Imagine a moment where you are dancing in complete love for the music and someone laughs. Do you take it personally? Do you stop? Do you walk away?

Imagine a moment where you bolt out in song; a voice from your heart. Imagine a person interrupting to mention how “out of tone” you are. How does that feel? Does it hurt? Do you begin to judge your voice? Do you decide to stop sharing your voice?

Did you answer YES to all those questions? If so, consider this: Those judging are using their minds to manipulate their projection. Not to say there is anything wrong with controlling beautiful movements. We can all appreciate an amazing choreographed dance. I know we love hearing Alicia Keys or John Legend.

If we can love those who practice, we can love those who move through Soul. Imagine a world where we flow together. All would dance without judging their movement. All would sing from the heart.

If you have not had a chance to sing and dance with a group who loves your flow, get in contact with me. I will make it happen.

xoxox, I Feel You

Illustration from Nikki Valencia aka SoulBunni