I’ve caught myself drifting into the rhythm of the same old, same old. Predictable days. Safe choices. Life that looks fine on the outside but feels restless underneath, the quiet, insistent knowing: this is not what I came here for.
Mediocrity is sneaky. It wears the disguise of busy calendars, polished routines, and lives that look “good enough.” But let’s be clear: for a Wild Awake Woman, good enough is never the point.
We are here for aliveness. For the raw, unpolished edges of becoming. For thresholds; those messy middles where the old story unravels and the new one hasn’t yet arrived. It is our duty, to ourselves and to the women walking beside us, never to settle for mediocrity.
Because mediocrity demands that we dim down. That we trade authenticity for acceptance and abandon our truth for someone else’s script. And when we do, we suffocate the very freedom our soul craves.
So I ask and I invite you to ask yourself:
- Where am I shrinking into “fine” when my spirit is hungry for fire?
- Where am I clinging to safety instead of risking the wild freedom of trust?
- What might open if I stopped numbing with busyness and started honoring my deepest desires?
This week, I refuse the trance. I choose to cross the threshold out of mediocrity and into a life that is awake, vibrant, unapologetically my own.
The Wild Awake Woman does not live halfway. She remembers who she is and dares to live it out loud.
Will you join me?
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