Fully Expressed with Ayesha Hilton Podcast

Ayesha Hilton

For the midlife woman who feels that quiet yearning for more. Who knows there is a truer, fuller version of herself waiting to emerge. This is where we find the clarity, courage and creation to finally express our soul's music. Together. fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com

  1. 2 days ago

    Beauty Standards Most Women Can't Reach, Especially in Middle Age

    The Beauty Standard Most Women Can't Reach, Especially in Middle Age On the pressure to look young forever, what happens when the world stops looking, and feeling beautiful in your own skin. I watched Practical Magic 2 and kept thinking about how midlife and older women are now meant to look young forever. And if you have a hefty budget, you can. A few days earlier I had been at an author event with Melbourne stylist Sally Mackinnon, whose book Styled says age is irrelevant to personal style. Between the film and the talk, I couldn't stop thinking about how much time and energy so many of us spend on how we look. In this episode I talk about the beauty standard most women can't reach, and what it costs us. I share my own history with weight and body image, and what my daughter said when I asked whether young people really are more accepting. I look at how anti-aging became pro-age and who that still leaves out. I also talk about what happens when women over fifty start to feel invisible. Then I turn to what actually makes someone attractive, and the research suggests it has far less to do with the list than we were told. I share why I think feeling juicy and alive in our own skin matters most, what that looks like in my life, and a few small experiments to try this week. I finish with a guided meditation, Letting Your Essence Shine, and my song, Beautiful. In this episode: Practical Magic 2, and the pressure to look young forever What Sally Mackinnon's book Styled says about getting dressed without rules My daughter's surprising answer about whether young people are more accepting Why anti-aging became pro-age, and who it still leaves out What happens when women over fifty feel invisible What research says makes someone attractive, including pretty privilege What juicy means to me, and finding your unique essence Four small experiments: start with your body, one small pleasure just for you, ask someone who loves you what they feel when you are most yourself, and put your essence into a word A short guided meditation and my song, Beautiful This one is for you if: You have ever felt like you are failing at beauty, felt overlooked as you got older, or wondered what it would be like to stop measuring yourself and feel at home in your own skin. Come over to Substack The full article is on Substack, along with the Letting Your Essence Shine meditation to download. It takes about seven minutes and helps you find the feeling the whole episode is about. It is free to subscribe. When you are there, leave your essence in one word in the comments, and read what other women have written. There is something lovely about seeing how different we all are. Links 📖 Read the article, download the meditation and leave your essence word: https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/p/beauty-standards 💌 Subscribe free: https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/ 🎧 Listen to my music, including Beautiful, at Fully Expressed Radio: https://fullyexpressedradio.com/ 📚 Styled by Sally Mackinnon (Penguin Australia): https://www.penguin.com.au/books/styled-9781761349201 If you would like to go deeper, join the Fully Expressed Collective for monthly Futurecasting, plus our Q and A and Creators' Circle. What would change for you if you felt beautiful in your own skin, exactly as you are today? Here's to living Fully Expressed! Love, Ayesha xox Get full access to Fully Expressed with Ayesha Hilton at fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/subscribe

  2. 29 Sept

    Why Your Voice Doesn't Sound Like Anyone Else's

    Why Your Voice Doesn't Sound Like Anyone Else'sDiscover the secrets of your voice using your human design chart. In this episode, I share a moment from a recent retreat where two women, almost strangers, named something in me I hadn't fully put words to myself, and how going back to my own Communication Center in my Human Design chart explained exactly why. I break down what Human Design actually is, walk through three of my own gates and what they reveal about how I'm wired to communicate, and share what it's taught me about stepping into my own voice instead of a borrowed one. In this episode: What Human Design is, and how your Communication Center shapes your voice Why two strangers could see something in me before I fully understood it myself The gate that explains my "golden thread," following what lights me up The gate behind my hunger for new experience, and why niching down never felt right The gate behind why I gather people rather than perform solo What this has taught me about finding the voice that's actually mine Links: 🔮 Get your free Human Design chart: https://www.ayeshahilton.academy/f/report 📖 Subscribe to Fully Expressed on Substack: https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/ 🎧 Listen to my music at Fully Expressed Radio: https://fullyexpressedradio.com/ ✨ Join Your Voice by Design (live, plus the bonus Marketing by Design workshop): upgrade to the Fully Expressed Collective. Live Wednesday 7 October (US) / Thursday 8 October (Australia).https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/subscribe Come and find your voice:Your voice was never meant to sound like anyone else's. Come and join a whole community of women learning to trust the one that's actually theirs. Here's to living Fully Expressed!Love, Ayesha xox Get full access to Fully Expressed with Ayesha Hilton at fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/subscribe

  3. 25 Sept

    Who am I?

    For generations, being a good woman meant making yourself smaller. Be agreeable. Be accommodating. Put everyone else first. Do not be too loud, or too ambitious, or too sexual, or too angry, or too demanding, or too sure of yourself. Most of us have been told that we are too much, too emotional, too bossy, too difficult. We learned to read the room and make ourselves fit it to belong, to trim the edges off ourselves so nobody would be uncomfortable. And there are no little spikes sticking out that would make someone uncomfortable. And we were rewarded for it. Praised for being lovely, and easy, and good. And when we stepped outside the lines, we were punished, sometimes with a look, sometimes with much greater consequences than that. I have talked before about a funeral I went to, for a lovely young woman, a mother of small children, taken far too soon by cancer. And as person after person stood up to speak about her, the same words kept coming back. She never said a bad word about anyone. She always put everyone else first. And I remember sitting there, feeling more and more frustrated that all the eulogies were focused on her selflessness. That she asked for nothing. That she put herself last. Even now, even here, that was the highest praise we could find for a woman. I am not criticising the way this woman lived nor the people who loved her. It is just the swamp of needing to be good that we are all swimming in. If being good means being selfless right to the very end, no wonder so many of us have spent our whole lives making ourselves small. It is human nature to want to belong to the tribe and to fit in. And to do that, we have had to be good For most of history, women had fewer legal, financial, and political rights than men. We could not vote (and for many indigenous or women of color, they had to wait even longer for their right to vote). We could not own property. We could not always keep our own wages, or our own children, or make choices about our own bodies. There were recent times where a women could not work if she was pregnant or had children. When did women get the right to vote? Women’s suffrage didn’t happen at the same time everywhere, and in several countries, the first women to gain the vote were white women. New Zealand — 1893: All adult women gained the vote, including Māori women, making New Zealand the first self-governing country to enfranchise women nationally. Australia — 1902: Most women gained the federal vote and the right to stand for Parliament, but most Indigenous women were excluded. All Indigenous Australians gained federal voting rights in 1962. Canada — 1918: Many women gained the federal vote, but racial exclusions remained. Asian Canadians gained federal voting rights in 1948, Inuit Canadians in 1950, and First Nations people gained the unconditional federal vote in 1960. United Kingdom — 1918: Some women over 30 gained the vote. In 1928, women gained voting rights on the same terms as men. United States — 1920: The 19th Amendment prohibited denying the vote based on sex, but many Black women and other women of color continued to face legal and practical barriers. Native Americans gained US citizenship in 1924, although some states continued to prevent them from voting. The Voting Rights Act of 1965 removed many of the barriers used to disenfranchise Black voters. And even as the laws slowly changed, the expectations did not vanish with them. They lingered. They got passed down, mother to daughter silently and without argument, in a thousand small lessons about how to be acceptable. We are still carrying some of them right now, without even realizing. And many of us are carrying internalized misogyny (an idea for a future episode). And this is not just a feeling. The research backs it up. Women get judged more harshly than men for the very same behavior, the moment that behavior is assertive, or ambitious, or powerful. A man is decisive, a woman is bossy or a b***h (there word b***h is always assigned to a woman). A man is driven, a woman is too much. So if you’ve felt the pressure and the judgement, the rules are different for men than us. The rules really are different, and we really do get punished for stepping outside them. When I worked in corporate in a large multinational consulting firm, I could make a suggestion, and it would get ignored. A guy on my team, would then suggest the very same thing and he would be praised for his idea and contribution. So, thank goodness for the women who were willing challenge the status quo and be bold, and brave, and speak up, and be true to themselves. The ones who spoke when women were meant to stay quiet. Who demanded an education. Who fought for the vote, and property rights, and equal pay, and the right to their own bodies. In their day, they were called difficult, and unnatural, and dangerous. Some of them lost everything for it. Some of them were locked up for it. We all know how women were called hysterical when they were angry, regardless of how reasonable that anger was. We have seen how predominantly women’s health issues, like fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue, were initially dismissed as being psychological. As someone who had chronic fatigue from a young age after having Epstein Barr virus when I was 18, I can tell you, I have faced dismissive doctors who told me it was all in my head, and yet, I could barely lift my right arm to dry my hair and had to have a rest afterwards. Every freedom I have, I have because a woman before me was willing to be bad enough to fight for it. I get to vote because of a bold brave woman. I get to own my home, and run my own business, and keep my own money, because of bold brave women. I get to stand here and say all of this out loud because of women who were punished for saying far less. So maybe being a good woman today means something completely different from what we were taught. Maybe it means continuing their work. Knowing yourself. Setting boundaries. Using your voice, even when it shakes. Supporting other women instead of competing with them. Questioning the rules you inherited, instead of just passing them down. And refusing to make yourself smaller simply because your full size and amazingness makes somebody else uncomfortable. I am committed to showing up as a bold brave woman. Does it scare me? Yes, it does and it wouldn’t require courage if it didn’t. To make yourself vulnerable and exposed especially in the age we are living in, really does require bravery. But I have made a commitment to myself, and to the amazing women I am here to serve, that I will show up for all of it. Messy, confused at times, and always myself. Imperfectly me. We did not create the space we get to live in today. We inherited it. From women who were told to stay small, and made it bigger anyway. Who fought so their daughters and granddaughters would have the rights that we have and I don’t take this for granted. For those in the US, I acknowledge, that there’s be a lot of push back against the gains women have made over the previous decades especially with the trad wife movement. I heard something so ridiculous the other day that women’s right to vote should be revoked. I can’t recall where I saw it, but I was appalled, as we all should be. That said, it’s now on us to keep pushing for the rights of women and girls to be treated with respect and fairly. We can choose to be fully and unapologetically ourselves, and letting that be enough. By refusing to hand the smallness down to the girls coming up behind us. And being role models for them in how we are showing up for ourselves, our communities and our families. Bold brave! If you have ever been called too much, I want you to try wearing it like a badge of honor instead of a wound. You are not too much. You are exactly enough, maybe even gloriously, world-changingly too much. And the women who came before you would be so proud to see you take up all your space. Links: 🎧 Listen at Fully Expressed Radio: https://fullyexpressedradio.com/ 📖 Subscribe to Fully Expressed on Substack: https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/ ✨ Join Your Voice by Design (live workshop, 20/21 September) by upgrading to an annual paid subscription this month, with Marketing by Design gifted as a bonus. Already an annual subscriber? It's yours free. → https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/subscribe 💛 The fuller story of the online harassment I mention: "Online Stalking Nearly Silenced Me" → https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/p/online-stalking-nearly-silenced-me Come and take up space with me: Here's to living Fully Expressed!Love, Ayesha xox Get full access to Fully Expressed with Ayesha Hilton at fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/subscribe

  4. 21 Sept

    Take 2 - My Voice is Medicine

    Your Voice Is Your Medicine Knowing your voice is not the same as using it. In this episode, I share what happened when I went to a retreat determined to give everything, and found myself terrified to speak, even in the safest room I've ever been in. I talk about the essence of our voice, why so many of us know exactly what we want to say and still can't get it out, and the deep, ancient roots of that fear, both in our own lives and in the long history of women being silenced. I share a tender moment of coming home to myself, the truth that unravelled in the circle, and how one of my most exposed moments became the thing that connected me to everyone in the room. And I talk about what I built out of it all: my own radio station, a home for my voice on my own terms. We finish with a meditation to help you claim your own voice, and one of my original songs, My Voice is Medicine. If you've ever felt yourself shrink, go quiet, or make yourself smaller to feel safe, this one is for you. In this episode: The terror of speaking, even when we're safe The essence of your voice, and why we can't always see our own light Why knowing your voice isn't the same as using it The ancient roots of the fear of being seen Coming home to your right to be here Turning our most exposed moments into connection and creation A meditation and a song to help you claim your voice Links: 🎧 Listen at Fully Expressed Radio: https://fullyexpressedradio.com/ 📖 Subscribe to Fully Expressed on Substack: https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/ ✨ Join Your Voice by Design (live workshop, 20/21 September) by upgrading to an annual paid subscription this month, with Marketing by Design gifted as a bonus. Already an annual subscriber? It's yours free. https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/p/an-easier-way-to-communicate-based 💛 The fuller story of the online harassment I mention: "Online Stalking Nearly Silenced Me" → https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/p/online-stalking-nearly-silenced-me Come and take up space with me: Your voice is your medicine. Knowing it is a beautiful start. Using it is where the healing is. Come and join a whole community of women choosing expression over silence. Here's to living Fully Expressed! Love, Ayesha xox Get full access to Fully Expressed with Ayesha Hilton at fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/subscribe

  5. 18 Sept

    It’s Time for Midlife Women to Stop Being Good

    For generations, being a good woman meant making yourself smaller. Be agreeable. Be accommodating. Put everyone else first. Do not be too loud, or too ambitious, or too sexual, or too angry, or too demanding, or too sure of yourself. Most of us have been told that we are too much, too emotional, too bossy, too difficult. We learned to read the room and make ourselves fit it to belong, to trim the edges off ourselves so nobody would be uncomfortable. And there are no little spikes sticking out that would make someone uncomfortable. And we were rewarded for it. Praised for being lovely, and easy, and good. And when we stepped outside the lines, we were punished, sometimes with a look, sometimes with much greater consequences than that. I have talked before about a funeral I went to, for a lovely young woman, a mother of small children, taken far too soon by cancer. And as person after person stood up to speak about her, the same words kept coming back. She never said a bad word about anyone. She always put everyone else first. And I remember sitting there, feeling more and more frustrated that all the eulogies were focused on her selflessness. That she asked for nothing. That she put herself last. Even now, even here, that was the highest praise we could find for a woman. I am not criticising the way this woman lived nor the people who loved her. It is just the swamp of needing to be good that we are all swimming in. If being good means being selfless right to the very end, no wonder so many of us have spent our whole lives making ourselves small. It is human nature to want to belong to the tribe and to fit in. And to do that, we have had to be good For most of history, women had fewer legal, financial, and political rights than men. We could not vote (and for many indigenous or women of color, they had to wait even longer for their right to vote). We could not own property. We could not always keep our own wages, or our own children, or make choices about our own bodies. There were recent times where a women could not work if she was pregnant or had children. When did women get the right to vote? Women’s suffrage didn’t happen at the same time everywhere, and in several countries, the first women to gain the vote were white women. New Zealand — 1893: All adult women gained the vote, including Māori women, making New Zealand the first self-governing country to enfranchise women nationally. Australia — 1902: Most women gained the federal vote and the right to stand for Parliament, but most Indigenous women were excluded. All Indigenous Australians gained federal voting rights in 1962. Canada — 1918: Many women gained the federal vote, but racial exclusions remained. Asian Canadians gained federal voting rights in 1948, Inuit Canadians in 1950, and First Nations people gained the unconditional federal vote in 1960. United Kingdom — 1918: Some women over 30 gained the vote. In 1928, women gained voting rights on the same terms as men. United States — 1920: The 19th Amendment prohibited denying the vote based on sex, but many Black women and other women of color continued to face legal and practical barriers. Native Americans gained US citizenship in 1924, although some states continued to prevent them from voting. The Voting Rights Act of 1965 removed many of the barriers used to disenfranchise Black voters. And even as the laws slowly changed, the expectations did not vanish with them. They lingered. They got passed down, mother to daughter silently and without argument, in a thousand small lessons about how to be acceptable. We are still carrying some of them right now, without even realizing. And many of us are carrying internalized misogyny (an idea for a future episode). And this is not just a feeling. The research backs it up. Women get judged more harshly than men for the very same behavior, the moment that behavior is assertive, or ambitious, or powerful. A man is decisive, a woman is bossy or a b***h (there word b***h is always assigned to a woman). A man is driven, a woman is too much. So if you’ve felt the pressure and the judgement, the rules are different for men than us. The rules really are different, and we really do get punished for stepping outside them. When I worked in corporate in a large multinational consulting firm, I could make a suggestion, and it would get ignored. A guy on my team, would then suggest the very same thing and he would be praised for his idea and contribution. So, thank goodness for the women who were willing challenge the status quo and be bold, and brave, and speak up, and be true to themselves. The ones who spoke when women were meant to stay quiet. Who demanded an education. Who fought for the vote, and property rights, and equal pay, and the right to their own bodies. In their day, they were called difficult, and unnatural, and dangerous. Some of them lost everything for it. Some of them were locked up for it. We all know how women were called hysterical when they were angry, regardless of how reasonable that anger was. We have seen how predominantly women’s health issues, like fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue, were initially dismissed as being psychological. As someone who had chronic fatigue from a young age after having Epstein Barr virus when I was 18, I can tell you, I have faced dismissive doctors who told me it was all in my head, and yet, I could barely lift my right arm to dry my hair and had to have a rest afterwards. Every freedom I have, I have because a woman before me was willing to be bad enough to fight for it. I get to vote because of a bold brave woman. I get to own my home, and run my own business, and keep my own money, because of bold brave women. I get to stand here and say all of this out loud because of women who were punished for saying far less. So maybe being a good woman today means something completely different from what we were taught. Maybe it means continuing their work. Knowing yourself. Setting boundaries. Using your voice, even when it shakes. Supporting other women instead of competing with them. Questioning the rules you inherited, instead of just passing them down. And refusing to make yourself smaller simply because your full size and amazingness makes somebody else uncomfortable. I am committed to showing up as a bold brave woman. Does it scare me? Yes, it does and it wouldn’t require courage if it didn’t. To make yourself vulnerable and exposed especially in the age we are living in, really does require bravery. But I have made a commitment to myself, and to the amazing women I am here to serve, that I will show up for all of it. Messy, confused at times, and always myself. Imperfectly me. We did not create the space we get to live in today. We inherited it. From women who were told to stay small, and made it bigger anyway. Who fought so their daughters and granddaughters would have the rights that we have and I don’t take this for granted. For those in the US, I acknowledge, that there’s be a lot of push back against the gains women have made over the previous decades especially with the trad wife movement. I heard something so ridiculous the other day that women’s right to vote should be revoked. I can’t recall where I saw it, but I was appalled, as we all should be. That said, it’s now on us to keep pushing for the rights of women and girls to be treated with respect and fairly. We can choose to be fully and unapologetically ourselves, and letting that be enough. By refusing to hand the smallness down to the girls coming up behind us. And being role models for them in how we are showing up for ourselves, our communities and our families. Bold brave! If you have ever been called too much, I want you to try wearing it like a badge of honor instead of a wound. You are not too much. You are exactly enough, maybe even gloriously, world-changingly too much. And the women who came before you would be so proud to see you take up all your space. Links: 🎧 Listen at Fully Expressed Radio: https://fullyexpressedradio.com/ 📖 Subscribe to Fully Expressed on Substack: https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/ ✨ Join Your Voice by Design (live workshop, 20/21 September) by upgrading to an annual paid subscription this month, with Marketing by Design gifted as a bonus. Already an annual subscriber? It's yours free. → https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/subscribe 💛 The fuller story of the online harassment I mention: "Online Stalking Nearly Silenced Me" → https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/p/online-stalking-nearly-silenced-me Come and take up space with me: Here's to living Fully Expressed!Love, Ayesha xox Get full access to Fully Expressed with Ayesha Hilton at fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/subscribe

  6. 11 Sept

    My Voice is Medicine

    Your Voice Is Your MedicineKnowing your voice is not the same as using it. In this episode, I share what happened when I went to a retreat determined to give everything, and found myself terrified to speak, even in the safest room I've ever been in. I talk about the essence of our voice, why so many of us know exactly what we want to say and still can't get it out, and the deep, ancient roots of that fear, both in our own lives and in the long history of women being silenced. I share a tender moment of coming home to myself, the truth that unravelled in the circle, and how one of my most exposed moments became the thing that connected me to everyone in the room. And I talk about what I built out of it all: my own radio station, a home for my voice on my own terms. We finish with a meditation to help you claim your own voice, and one of my original songs, My Voice is Medicine. If you've ever felt yourself shrink, go quiet, or make yourself smaller to feel safe, this one is for you. In this episode: The terror of speaking, even when we're safe The essence of your voice, and why we can't always see our own light Why knowing your voice isn't the same as using it The ancient roots of the fear of being seen Coming home to your right to be here Turning our most exposed moments into connection and creation A meditation and a song to help you claim your voice Links: 🎧 Listen at Fully Expressed Radio: https://fullyexpressedradio.com/ 📖 Subscribe to Fully Expressed on Substack: https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/ ✨ Join Your Voice by Design (live workshop, 20/21 September) by upgrading to an annual paid subscription this month, with Marketing by Design gifted as a bonus. Already an annual subscriber? It's yours free. [ADD SUBSCRIPTION/UPGRADE LINK] 💛 The fuller story of the online harassment I mention: "Online Stalking Nearly Silenced Me" → https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/p/online-stalking-nearly-silenced-me Come and take up space with me:Your voice is your medicine. Knowing it is a beautiful start. Using it is where the healing is. Come and join a whole community of women choosing expression over silence. Here's to living Fully Expressed!Love, Ayesha xox Get full access to Fully Expressed with Ayesha Hilton at fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/subscribe

  7. 31 Aug

    A Thousand Tabs Open at Once - The Mental & Emotional Load of Being a Midlife Woman

    I am one of those people who cry in supermarkets if they are upset. I can’t hold it in. I often have my sunglasses on. Mascara running down my face (the amount I cry, I should really only wear waterproof mascara). In the supermarket, and other “inappropriate” places, I have overshared with people I barely know. Told them things that were on the surface that I couldn’t push down. And sometimes has a vulnerability hangover from sharing too much. In my family, I am known as the emotional one. For my entire life, my emotions have lived close to the skin, not buried deep or pushed down. I felt self-conscious about this growing up, and even now with my family, I joke that I am the emotional one so that I can say it before they say I am being too sensitive, or too emotional. I feel things. And I feel them deeply. And immediately. I don’t have the ability to hide or mask them, and I don’t know why that is. I would try to keep it all tucked away, and it would leak out anyway, in my face, in my voice, in tears escaping. I spent a lot of time doing this exhausting thing where I felt I had to hide a huge part of who I am despite me being so bad at hiding my feelings. Interestingly, this ties in with another part of me that I have tried to minimize over the years. And it’s strange because it sounds like a good problem to have. I learned early on to hide the things I am naturally good at and that come easily to me. In my final year of high school, I had glandular fever. I was unwell and could barely get out of bed, so I barely studied. Despite this, I still did really well. And I remember a friend being so annoyed with me, because she had worked so hard, and her results came in below mine. Instead of feeling proud of my results, I felt embarrassed. Like I had done something wrong by being good at it without the struggle. I love learning. I always have. I pick up new things quickly, technology especially. And somewhere along the way I got the message that this was a bit much too. That having gifts that come easily is something to play down, to apologize for, so that other people do not feel bad or inadequate. So I experienced this odd mixture of feeling too much and being too capable. When I look at these two things, side by side, I can see they were the same lesson, I experienced over and over again. Make yourself smaller so everyone else is comfortable. Do not feel so much. Do not shine so bright. Apologize for the space you take up. And I know I am not the only one, because this is everywhere right now. I see so many midlife women writing about it on Substack. The reflexive sorry. The saying sorry when someone else bumps into us. The softening of every opinion so it does not offend people or get you cancelled. The over-explaining and justification of why we are allowed to want the thing we want. A lot of women have picked unapologetic as their word for this year, as if we all reached the same point at the same time. The point where we are done shrinking, even if we are not quite sure how to stop. Which brings me to a tool I fell in love with about seven years ago from Brene Brown. She calls them permission slips. And the story of how she started is my favorite part. The morning she was going to meet Oprah for the first time, she was terrified, and so serious, and so in her head about it. And her daughter texted her to check she had signed a permission slip for a school trip. And Brené sat on the edge of the bed and thought, I need one of those. I need permission to stop being so serious and just enjoy this. So, she wrote herself a note on a Post-it. Permission to be excited and goofy and have fun. And that was the first of hundreds she went on to write. The idea is simple and it works. You write yourself a permission slip for how you want to show up. Permission to take up space. Permission to not be perfect. Permission to feel. Permission to want more. It is a permission slip from you for you. You are the one granting permission to yourself. And while I love permission slips, and did a course with Brené and Oprah online where we created our own, my new question is why do we even need one? Why does a grown woman need to write herself a note giving herself permission to have fun, or to rest, or to want something, or to be good at what she is good at? Somewhere along the way, the authority over our own selves got handed to somebody else or to the collective “them.” And we have been waiting ever since to be excused, like children putting our hand up, hoping to be allowed to use the bathroom. (My son’s school has banned toilet breaks during class time as kids were vaping in the loos, so we have discussed this a lot in our house.) I think for many women in midlife, we were raised to be good girls. To put others first. As I mentioned in a previous episode/post, I was at the funeral of a wonderful young mother and the eulogies that were delivered all said the same thing, she never said a bad word about anyone, she always put others first. We have been made to feel like that is what it means to be a “good woman.” We were raised to be nice. Do not make a fuss. Do not be too loud, too much, too big for your boots. As with many things I am sharing in Fully Expressed, it comes back to safety. And I have only come to realize just how much the need for safety effects us as women. From an early age, we may have learned that being fully ourselves was not safe. That we might be judged, or rejected, or left out, or brought down. So of course, our brain new what it was doing and it subconsciously programmed us to make ourselves smaller to stay safe. Then as adults, we encountered the same lessons in workplaces, in marriages, in friendships. And we did it without realizing it. If you listened to the witch wound episode, you may hear the echo here too. It comes back to the same thing: when it doesn’t feel safe to be seen, we learn to shrink. I couldn’t stop thinking about those permission slips. I wanted something I could hold, something beautiful, that would keep giving me permission for the things I found hardest. So, I made a deck of permissions slips and sold them online. Permission to have fun. Permission to be more joyful. Permission to do daggy dancing in my kitchen. Permission to shine brightly. Permission to stop hiding who I am. Since I made that deck, and started actually living by it, my life has changed for the better. The part I love is not just what it did for me. It is what it did once it left my hands and the life that deck had without me off doing it’s own thing. One of my coaching clients, who does Reiki healings, started offering a card from the deck to people as they left her sessions. They would take one on the way out, whatever they were meant to receive that day. And people loved it so much that she kept buying more packs. Then one day I got an email from a man in Newcastle, Australia. He had been in rehab hospital. And in one of his art therapy classes, they had used my deck. He was so touched by the card he received that when he got out, he went looking for it online, found my deck, and ordered his own set. To this day, I have no idea who that art therapist was. A person I have never met, in a hospital I have never been to, put one of my cards into the hands of a man I will never meet, at a moment when he really needed it. And it reached him. It touched him enough to go and buy his own copy. I did not know any of that was happening while it was happening. The deck took on a life of its own, and went and did its work places I will never know. And that is the thing about our gifts. When we stop hiding them, they go out and reach people we will never know about, in ways we would never have planned. But only if we let them out in the first place. The man in the hospital got that card because one day I gave myself permission to make the thing, and to put it into the world with my name on it. And when I think back to that girl who learned to play down what came easily to her, I wish I could tell her this: Your gifts aren’t something you need to apologize for. They aren’t taking anything away from anyone else. They’re yours to use. And sometimes, when you use them, they become something someone else needs. I could never have known, sitting there making that deck, where it would end up or who it might reach. I just had to make it and let it go out into the world. I think it is sad that we need permission slips at all. That we have to formally write ourselves a note to be allowed to be who we already are. There is something in that which makes my heart ache for all of us - for every woman has subconsciously had to make herself small to stay safe. And yet, for now, I think we do need them. Because the conditioning is real, and it is deep, and it doesn’t go away just because we noticed it. So we can write the slip and give ourselves the permission, over and over, until one day maybe we forget we ever needed it. The permission is a way we can practice remembering that we were always allowed – even though we didn’t realize it. We are allowed to be ourselves. And for me, that includes the part of me who cries in supermarkets. The woman whose feelings live close to the surface. Who makes friends with random people while buying milk and eggs. I still cry. I still sometimes tell people more than I intended to. I’m still sensitive. The difference is that I’m trying not to make that part of myself wrong anymore. And that has been very freeing. Just as I don’t want to hide the things I’m good at, I don’t want to hide the things I feel. They’re both me. Maybe I have been too much for some people. Too emotional. Too capable. Too sensitive. Too something. But maybe “too much” is sometimes just what we call ourselves when who we are makes someone else uncomfortable. We don’t have to keep making ourselves smaller because of that. We don’t have to live our lives with the focus

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