Am I…Elsa?

Hear me out:

There’s this girl who wants nothing more than to just exist in the world as her unique self. But the messaging she receives from those around her when she’s little tells her that it’s bad to be herself. She’s not safe. She is somehow fundamentally wrong. She’s taught to tame her instincts and behave in a way that makes other people more comfortable. 

Conceal, don’t feel. 

She grows up, the gates are opened, and she’s introduced to a larger world full of all different kinds of people, but she still believes she has to stay small, quiet, and obedient. Above all, don’t ever let anyone see the badness buried inside. 

She does her very best for as long as she can, until one day it explodes out of her in a fury. She turns her whole life upside down. 

Couldn’t keep it in. Heaven knows she tried. 

After a little…cool down period, she returns to her life, does her best to heal the damage, and rebuilds it into something better than before, even learning to use her unique gifts to bring goodness and joy to those around her. The people closest to her accept her for who she is, and she attempts to settle into a quiet, content little existence. She tries so hard to have a normal life. To do normal things.

After a while though, she senses this deeper, wilder part of her. A secret siren that wants more–needs more–from life and won’t stop until she follows it into the unknown. 

She goes deep into the mystery, to a place no one else can follow. She needs to know who she is and why she’s always felt so different.

She encounters the spirit of a Mother who opens up her knowing that she and Spirit are one. That she is a bridge. And that she is the one she’s been waiting for all her life. 

It’s time to step into her power and grow herself into something new, but she has to let the old version of her die. All the old beliefs and stories she had to carry to stay safe. All the generational pain and guilt.

She cannot be the Goddess she’s supposed to be without letting go fully. 

Somehow she must learn to walk in two worlds. A world where she sometimes plays board games with the family and a world where she follows her pure instinct to ride across the waves on a horse made of water…or frolic in a field of wildflowers since water horses aren’t easy to come by.

The point is, she is finally in touch with her wild Spirit self. She is who she is, and she’s not apologizing to anyone for it. 

This is Elsa. 

This is also me. 

Is there a wild self inside you, too? Something you’ve been taught to conceal? Some wild whisper you’ve been ignoring for fear of disrupting your life?

Are we all Elsa?

Perhaps so.