The Power of Choice

Earlier this week, I had a conversation with myself that felt both new and ancient. I hugged myself and said, “I’m proud of you.”

Proud that I pushed past fears and completed a project.

Proud that I stood by my choices in how we feed and raise our kids.

Proud that I showed compassion to myself in the moments when my mind tried to whisper, “You’re not doing enough.”

But I am doing enough.

In fact, I’m doing a lot.

What frustrates me most is that mothers rarely get a paycheck for “just” raising kids. Yet without mothers, where would the world be? Still, I recognize the dance—the pattern—the stories we tell ourselves, and the ones society tells us. And when I remember, I breathe. I slow down. And I remind myself that no matter what:

We always have a choice.

It may not seem like much, but choice is everything. Choice is freedom.

This morning, I woke at 4 a.m. Instead of getting up, I stayed wrapped in warmth next to the baby. What I hadn’t done in years, I did: I scrolled. One blink and an hour had passed.

Comparison snuck in—

Why am I not there yet? How come I haven’t hit that level? Maybe I’m doing something wrong.

Fear. Paralysis.

And then a voice within whispered:

Beck, snap out of it. Look how you just spent your last hour.

So I took a breath.

I grounded. I centered.

And the channel opened:

Write this down. Share it with others.

We have the power to shift our energy with one simple act.

One breath.

One thought.

One choice.

And so I stopped scrolling. I refocused on what I’m grateful for, the unseen work I’ve already done, the seeds I’ve already planted.

I asked myself: Why do I still crave outside approval?

The answer came gently: That’s your inner child. She needs tending.

So I breathed. I softened. I told her: I am proud of you. You are enough. You are brave. You are living by your values, rooted in love and compassion.

And then the question came: How can I show up for myself in love and compassion today?

The answer was simple:

Dance.

Laugh.

Play like no one’s watching.

Let your inner child out. Let her joy ripple through your day.

Assignment received. Anchor it in. Set the intention before you rise.

And then… watch how your day unfolds.

Beloved, the choice is yours.

In Peace, Love and Service,

Rebecca 💛🤍