A very Tuned In and Turned on 2020 to you fine folks!! 💫 Join us and our client @kimothy.joy in making this year the most intentional and expansive year yet!! 💥 Just pop over to Kimothy’s IG and download your FREE Wheel of Intention 2020 with accompanying instructions 👩🏫 it’s a game-changer! I love you and I see you, no matter where you are-surfing high or crashing in the waves-you are loved and you matter. 🌊 ❤️ Word(s) of the year: TRUTH & TURN ON . . . . . . #intentionalliving #intentions #wheelofintentions2020 #artaslife #TRUTHTELLER #TURNON #bethechangeyouwanttosee #beginagain #beginnersmind #kimothyjoy #femininebusinessmodel
Ten years we’ve been married in 2020. He’s American, I’m a Swede. He’s 55, I’m 35. (Happy Birthday my love!) I never wanted to get married. He was married before and scared to do it again. He’s neat and orderly AF, I’m creative and likes do things differently every time. We got two kids that are super demanding-2 and 4. Some people thought we’d never make it a year-let alone a decade. (They were wrong, we were right-ha!!😜) Here’s what I know about being in a long-term heterosexual, monogamous relationship: BOTH people have to: 1. Be WILLING to do the work. 2. DO the work to heal their childhood/attachment wounds. 3. The relationship MUST ALLOW for individual expression and the container must be allowed to be examined aka - Is this still working for me? 4. Take ownership of ones OWN happiness. 5. Understand how to empathize and support the partner when he or she gets disregulated without TAKING ON their stuff (omg Jedi master fucking training right there.) 6. Prioritize fun and explore new ways to experience pleasure together! (Our work in 2020!) Relationships are hard. Especially when we’re in the hetero marriage container while also dismantling patriarchy... nah mean? Let me know if you have any questions around this and I’ll be happy to answer you 😘 Did you find that 2019 made you question your relationships on a much deeper level? . . . . . #codependency #consciousrelationship #consciousrelationships #relationshipgoals #relationshiptips #relationshiptalk #consciousmama
PSA: You’re not responsible for other people’s feelings. In the crumbling of a patriarchal system (more accurately: a racist heteronormative patriarchy) where many unhealthy dynamics have been the norm, we can expect to ruffle some feathers as we rise up and set healthy boundaries. Humans don’t like change. It makes us scared and angry. But nevertheless we have to learn how to feel what WE NEED. Stand up for that and not worry about other people all the time. I hope you have a lovely Friday, friend. We’re in this together! 💜 Karna . . . . . . . #codependency #codependentnomore #codependencyrecovery #boundaries #healthyboundaries #no #justno #noisafullsentence #selfcarequotes #dismantlewhitesupremacy #dismantlethepatriarchy
Here’s something I want to share with you my fellow EMPATHS: (Empaths are highly sensitive individuals, who have a keen ability to sense what people around them are thinking and feeling. Psychologists may use the term empath to describe a person that experiences a great deal of empathy, often to the point of taking on the pain of others at their own expense.) Because #empaths are feeling people and we can easily identify with other people’s feelings we often assume that other people in our lives have the same levels of empathy that we do. THEY DON’T! And #empaths also have the unfortunate pattern of attracting narcissists who sniff out their heightened empathy and use that for their own benefit. What is happening in the #Collective now is that the empath, you, is starting to wake up and to heal, and is beginning to put up boundaries to the narcissists (your ex, your mom, your boss) and they don’t like it! So the empath sets #boundaries and now the narcissist is in pain. But most often, the narcissist is so defended against their own pain that they can’t feel it!!! The empath on the other hand can feel this pain and thinks, of poor X. I should help them! The empath often ERRONEOUSLY THINKS THAT THE NARCISSIST CAN FEEL THER PAIN AND THAT THEY ARE HURTING FOR THEM. NO THEY DON’T. The whole point here is that the empath erroneously thinks that the narcissist feels what they feel. And guess what, the narcissist will use this against you too. So obviously the best thing you can do to protect yourself from this dynamic is to put on the #Narcissist Reflective Projections Mask I am wearing in this pic! @acurebeauty JK! Makes my empath skin shine tho... No for real: my brave empaths, educate yourself. #Trustyourself. Do what best for YOU. This is how you will build that dream life you’ve been thinking of. You are IT! And you can do this. Love, Karna
This year in a nutshell 🥜 🥴 Who can relate? #fasttrack #healing
Earlier this year a friend of mine lied to me and betrayed me. It really hurt. Part of me wants to confront her and tell her how she hurt me and that this isn’t ok behavior. Friday I prayed about it. Fortunately God answered me via this really cool app called my heart ♥️ (I really recommend you download it! ;) This time God came to me as Jonathan van Ness @jvn (from Queer Eye) and was like: - Honey, you are serving me some real heartbreak over this friend! Queen, I’m so sorry this happened to you! And I was all: - Thanks God, I’m feeling super deep grief about this. I really love her and she’s wonderful but this behavior violated my most sacred boundaries and hurt people I love. I’m also mad because no one who has exploited me ever got to hear my truth and got no punishment: not my rapist, not the guy who swindled me, not my ex client who refused to pay their bill, not my ex bestie, I NEVER TOLD MY FULL TRUTH TO ANY OF THEM!!! Should I just call up this friend and tell her what’s up!? Maybe I’ll feel better... God aka Jonathan answers: - First of all: you’re giving me raw, you’re giving me real, you’re giving me you, and I love you sharing you feelings with me so openly. I know these betrayals really hurt on an existential level. Here’s the thing, honey. Das not your jorb! (#SNL Reference.) Your job is to love yourself, and hear yourself and go through the world as your most authentic, gorgeous self. You will NEEEEEVER change those people. That’s mine and their job! It’s not yours. Listen honey, if you’re doing you and enjoying the space you take up, you’re doing it right. The people who appreciate that are the only ones you can help. Okay? Leave the rest to me. #igotyou ... And with that, I felt so much lighter. I know that people are struggling and hurting and yes, hurt people hurt people. But I know my ex friend and all the people who’s fucked me over in the past are OK, God has them and I can move on. Me wagging my finger, condemning, is not worth the energy for either party. Moving on in love, Karna 💜 #selfcaretips #growthmindset #awakenings #soulawakenings #codependency #codependencynomore #codependencyrecovery
When I was 20 I wrote in my journal: I’m going to do everything it takes to learn how to love myself. Since then I’ve been on an EPIC healing journey for 15 years that have included #somatictherapy psychotherapy, #shamanicjourneys ,Jesus, energy healing, #ayahuasca, copious amounts of reading and journaling, coaching, body work, traveling, etc etc. Much of my healing has been feeling the pain of my inner child, #ancestraltrauma, and lots of sadness and #righteousanger! I feel a new chapter of healing coming and it’s called: Healing through joy and pleasure It’s about fully connecting with my soul, body and heart and unabashedly giving myself exactly what I want and enjoy. It’s been incredibly hard for me to recognize my needs and desires since I was trained from birth to satisfy the needs of everyone around me. But I’m getting better. So if you feel like it’s dark and painful right now I am sending you so much love! It gets better and easier. And having a Solid #supportsystem is of the essence. Are you also ready to learn lessons from #pleasure and let pain take a backseat? Let me know 👇👇👇
Today I get to celebrate the life of a woman I adored beyond measure: Leanne Goff. This week has been tough. I never have lost someone young, only my grandparents - so I’ve been lucky thus far. Losing Leanne to brain cancer opened a part of my heart - blasted it open - that’s unfamiliar territory. I’ve been swimming in the deep end of life called death but instead of painting my world black it’s made everything vibrate in technicolor. I’m reading Bill Bryson’s book about the history of the world and the universe and it talks about the utter unlikelihood of us being alive right now - in short, simply waking up in the morning on a planet is a motherfucking miracle!!! 5% closer to the sun and we’d been toast (actually we wouldn’t exist in the first place), one asteroid impact less and dinosaurs would be chillin in our place! Right now we are moving through space at an average orbital speed is about 30 kilometers per second. (In other units, that's about 19 miles per second, or 67,000 miles per hour). And get this, without the moon’s stabilizing influence we’d not move as smoothly around our axis, earth’s movement would be to volatile to develop life!!! Scientists estimate the probability of your being born at about one in 400 trillion. So, it’s safe to say that you, me and everyone being born is 100% A MIRACLE!!! When Leanne got her diagnosis, she went from an amazing, loving, kind friend, partner and mother moving a million miles an hour getting shit done to an amazing, loving, kind friend, partner, and mother who realized the sweet, brutal preciousness of life. Every day was a gift and she opened each day like a child unboxing her presents on Christmas morning. I am also one of those type A people who learned to earn my worth, feel safe, and live my life by checking off boxes on a to do list. I tried to wrap myself around Leanne’s diagnosis, but didn’t fully get how likely I was to lose her. This week it all hit me like an herd of Triceratopses. I’m breathing in deeply into my being just how miraculous and precious life is and how we are not in control (gasp!!) and how quickly we can loose someone we love. Continued in comments...
Hipster kid with tiny pies, anyone? . . . . #hipsterkid #hipsterkidstyle
Arriving in NYC in April of 2010 I kinda had nothing. A bag of clothes, a few personal items and roughly $500 in the bank. I didn’t have a degree. No visa. No idea how things were going to work out. Nevertheless I had a few things going for me. I had a guy who wanted to marry me and thus grant me stay in the US. (10 years in, and we’re still going strong!) But more importantly I had my drive, belief that anything was possible and the smarts and gifts to make shit happen. Other than my personal ability to turn life into endless possibilities I also came from a very white and privileged background. You see, after ten years in the States I’ve come to understand the deep and cellular confidence that comes from being raised in a culture like Sweden’s. Growing up we weren’t super wealthy of affluent, but from a young age I knew that there was always going to be a net that would catch me if I fell. If I had to take an ambulance ride, I could without the fear or bills to pay for years to come. If I wanted to go to the best college, it would be free and I just had to study hard to get accepted. Other than my white privilege, I also was born in a body that’s thin and adheres to the cultural standards of beauty. This morning after my husband told me my hand luggage might be too large to take on the plane I found myself saying “Well, even if that’s the case they probably won’t stop me or if they do I can talk myself out of it because I’m hot.” And as conceited as that might sound, it’s actually just the truth. I have been able to use my looks and charm countless times to get out of trouble and who knows how many times it’s kept me from actually getting into trouble? As we’re now pulling into La Guardia, I sit with mixed feelings (as usual) where I’m incredibly proud of my accomplishments over the past ten years while also feeling deeply how much of my success and triumphs have been fueled by privilege. After watching Chelsea Handler’s documentary “Hi, privilege. It’s me, Chelsea.” and listening to a bunch of women trying to claim that there’s no such thing, I feel even more strongly than ever that we have to talk about our privilege. Continuing in comments.
Z: Mom! Wishes don’t work! Me: What do you mean? Z: I keep wishing, but nothing ever comes true! Z Continues... Unicorns aren’t real, fairies aren’t real, not princesses, definitely not the tooth fairy! Me: I’m sorry you’re having such a time my love. Z: Nothing is real, it’s all fake. YOU’RE FAKE! *Sobs in her pillow...* She’s only four but she understands and perceives so much. So much it’s hard for her little being to take it all sometimes. I see so much of myself in her, yet I didn’t want to project that she’s “just like me” or “just like her dad”. So I do what I wish that someone had done for me: I listen. I validate. I empathize. I tell her the truth when she asks for it and share what I think it’s appropriate for her age. I saw things too and was mature for my age, and that made adults think they could tell me things. But it was too much too soon. So i heal my inner child, and help my child discover the world at her own pace and feel fine telling her -I’ll tell you more when you’re five or six. Forever grateful to be alive right now and the mother of this Star seed. 💫 🦄 🧚🏻♂️ 👸🏽 . . . . . . . . #starchild #momlife #mamabear #truthteller #kidsfirst #innerchildhealing #innerchildwork
YOU’RE THE TITS! . And don’t you ever forget it. 🍳 🍳 . . . . . . #selfcare #selflove #selfacceptance #selfportrait #selfworth #selfsoothe #selfappreciation #selfapproval #selfexpression #selfempowerment
Thank you for teaching me about real love. You push me to my brink everyday. Testing my capacity to love you when you say you hate me. Making my heart stretch into faraway lands when you snuggle up to my ear at night whispering “love you mommy.” Life has never felt more real. Every night my eyes tear up at the gratitude that you are still alive and healthy. Thankful I get to be your mama. I can do hard things. And I can make hard things easier! . . . . . #feminist #motherdaughter #love #fightpatriarchy #timesup #motherson #togetherwerise #truthteller #momlifebelike #motherhood #gratefultobehere #breathing #thepowerofbreathing
I figured out why I have 2285 selfies on my phone. . I am longing to SEE myself. . I’ve been *looking* at myself but I have not been seeing. . I’ve been searching for myself in all the pictures. . This week as was organizing 50,000 (!!??!?) photos from he past 20 years I realized that I was starting to emerge from the images. . Like one of those blurry pictures you have to look through for the image to emerge as a hologram. . I was being revealed to myself. And my feelings now for the girl and woman in the pictures are vastly different from the thoughts I know she was thinking about herself in the past. . The last puzzle piece was finding the video I made of Zoë’s birth. Watching myself laboring I was floored at my ability to breathe through the pain and roll with the contractions. . What a fucking hero. . The woman in all these images is good. And kind. And beautiful. And ugly. And tired. And loved. And strong. And funny. And silly. And excited. And scared. And in pain. And curious. And actually really awesome. . She did not deserve the harsh judgement I’ve constant piled on her. To truly birth myself into who I AM. I need to be kind and loving toward myself, and let myself rest. Pushing has gotten So. Very. Old. . It’s a new dawn, baby. And I’m going for FULL SELF LOVE AND ACCEPTANCE, no matter the cost. . . . . . . #selflovecoach #selfcarelove #truthteller #motherhoodunhinged #motherhoodunfiltered #becomingmyself