Before we get to the squishies bit... you're going to want the link to the Vessel intro call I did this morning. Here you go!
(As usual, I like grabbing the most awkward screenshot possible for my YouTube links. It's my personal way of coping with living in a selfie and detail obsessed world)

My favorite people are the ones who catch the weird details and the typos in my emails. (I leave them in there just for you.)

It’s a certain kind of person who notices the little things to the degree that they don’t feel little and feel called to raise the frequency of the entire world by raising our awareness to that vibration. 

As a former grammar teacher and misophonic, hypersensitive being, I see, love, and truly appreciate those of you determined to heal the world at the atomic level. (For reals!)

Except last week’s typo wasn’t a typo! (Fine, it was, but I can spin this.*)

Yes, I wrote we danced. Twice. 

Because in QuintEssence training, we danced so much. It’s such a blessing to remember how to dance. Like the way we used to when we were little. And we didn’t think about how we looked. We just moved with our breath and whatever rhythm we had or didn’t have was more than enough.  

We shared music too. Playlists we created. Songs we vibed to. 

Oldies and goodies. 

We dated ourselves by rocking out to the jams of our teens. 

One of mine was P!nk’s, Don’t Let Me Get Me. 

Thanks to Spotify lyrics, some of the lines are now seared into my brain. 

Every day I fight a war against the mirror/I can't take the person staring back at me

I'm a hazard to myself/ Don't let me get me / I'm my own worst enemy

It's bad when you annoy yourself / So irritating

Don't want to be my friend no more / I wanna be somebody else

I remember being fifteen and mouthing those words in front of the bathroom mirror. They made sense to me at that time in my life. And at many other times. 

Two weeks ago, during training, they just made me sad. 

Sad for the girl who used to see an enemy in the mirror and wished she were someone else. 

Deeds (toddler you met in last week’s email) does this thing where he gently places his hands on either side of your face, gazes adoringly into your eyes, and squeals “You so squishy!”

I want to go back in time and cup the face of the girl I used to be, look into her eyes and tell her how squishy she is. (Might not go over during the years she thought she was fat, but still. She was squishy cute.)

She was so sad though. And I’m still sad for her sometimes. 

But also, I’m not her anymore. 

And that makes me so happy. 

Because I am all the things she never thought she could be. 

I have permission to be exactly who I was meant to be, and I’m exactly who I want to be and I no longer see an enemy in the mirror. 

In fact, my reflection had the audacity to wink at me the other day. 

Like she had a secret. 

A really delicious one. 

Vessel is a deep dive into the delicious secrets you may have been keeping from yourself.  

Because if you only knew how squishy you were…

You might end up changing the world. 

That’s what I’m doing. 

Godspeed Squishies.

The world is counting on us! 

Fally 

* For the twenty two QE facilitators who can “read between the lines”…. I can “spin this on one finger.” …. For the rest of you who weren’t there… What happens at training, has to stay there. But you can join our next cohort, happening next Spring IYH