The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned. – Maya Angelou
What does it mean to you to “come home to yourself”? The idea of home can mean so many things. Is it the place where you sleep at night? Is it a group of friends with which you are most comfortable? Is home kicking back on the couch in your most cozy unicorn onesie watching your favorite show? Is it sitting around a full dinner table with your family?
While the word home has a few definitions, the one that gives me pause is “the place where one lives”.
An individual can reside in a big city or small town, a house or an apartment, a neighborhood or region of the world. All of these things can (and usually at some point in life do) change. These places may feel like home, but home is something more than a simple location or address. No matter how these locations shift and change, you can always come home.
When you take a step away from the labels of our culture, the identities assigned to us, the expectations bred into us… this is when you find home. When you tear down the walls of armor we all put up each day, press pause on the running commentary of noise and distraction, and release yourself from the numbing habits and vices that we all lean so heavily on… this is when you find home. This is where you live. This is where you are most alive.
When you get still. When you play. When you dream your dreams without restriction or judgment or shame or guilt. When you release yourself from the box within which we all exist.
This is home.
But wait. What if there are those extra wonderful people in your life that you consider to be “home”?
I have some of those, too. They are the most special.
This gave me pause, as well. I have always considered a few select, beautiful humans to be my home. After further reflection, I realized that I feel this way because they allow me to come home to myself in their presence. They support me in removing the labels and expectations and filters, to step out of the culturally assigned boxes, and to just…be me. They allow me to accept myself as I am, to play with abandon, to desire, imagine, and dream.
You were born perfect and whole and complete. This wholeness, this sparkle, still exists. Think of yourself when you were very young, before the fear of judgment shadowed your true nature. This is home.
I find journaling to be one great way to reconnect with home in myself. The energetic vibration of writing with a pen on paper feels more potent to me, but if you are inspired to take time exploring yourself, do it in whatever way feels best for you.
Come Home to Yourself - Journal Prompts:
- What brought you the most joy when you were a child? (like “can’t sleep because you were so excited” kind of joy)
- What gives you the giggles?
- What outfit or clothing makes you feel like the best, most authentic version of yourself?
- How does your heart communicate with you when you give it the chance to do so?
- What happens when you allow yourself to be creative without expectation?
- What activities leave you feeling exhausted in the most joyfully satisfying way?
- If you had a free 24 hours with no responsibilities or obligations what would you do?
When you provide yourself the space to get still and listen to your innermost YOU… you go home. When you go home, you sparkle.
Your soul, your desires, your dreams, your joy, your laughter, your heart… all of this is your home. All of this is accessible to you. You have the power and capability to come home to yourself. It may take practice if you haven’t been home in awhile, but I promise, you are worth it.