I woke up last Tuesday bored. Not "I have nothing to do" bored—my to-do list was a mile long. I was bored with the version of me I’ve been playing. I was bored with the loop: make the bed, wash and fold, work, dinner, TV, sleep. Repeat until further notice.
I realized in that moment that I’ve spent so much time being the reliable one, the peace-keeper, and the "yes" woman, that I actually forgot what I like to do for fun. I’ve been in a holding pattern, binge-watching Hulu, completely bored with life because I’ve lost the map back to my own pleasure.
The Self-Imposed Cage
I used to be the girl who loved planning trips, shopping in person, and laughing with friends until my ribs hurt. Now? My sacral energy feels frozen. Going out feels like a hassle, and being in a room full of strangers suddenly feels immensely unappealing.
And here’s the hardest part to swallow: As much as I wanted to blame the world, my schedule, or my responsibilities for this burnout... I was the one who built the cage. Every time I stayed silent to keep the peace, I turned the lock. Every time I prioritized someone else's comfort over my own needs, I added a bar to the door. I suffocated my own voice to make sure everyone else was breathing easy.
Why the "Spark" Goes Out
In my work as an Emotional Alchemist, I know this isn't just "getting older" or "being busy." This is a Sacral Chakra crisis.
The Sacral Chakra (Svadhisthana) is the seat of our creativity, sexuality, and—most importantly—our play. When we fall into the trap of people-pleasing, we are effectively telling our energy that our desires don't matter. Over time, that energy stagnates. It freezes. We lose our "spark," our voice gets small, and we find ourselves in a midlife identity crisis because we’ve been living for everyone else but ourselves.
The Jailbreak: A Ritual for Re-Ignition
To start thawing that frozen energy, we have to signal to our bodies that it is safe to feel good again. We have to prove to our nervous system that our pleasure is allowed to take up space.
The Ritual:
- The Tool: Reach for the Sexy & I Know It Body Oil.
- Physical Connection: Massage it into your lower abdomen (the home of the Sacral) in a slow, clockwise motion. Don't rush. Notice the scent—the warmth of the amber and the sharp, bright pop of blood orange are designed to wake up the senses.
- Mental Connection: As you apply it, and every time you catch the scent on your skin throughout the day, whisper this to yourself:"I am the owner of my pleasure. I choose my joy over their peace."
Chicago, Let's Relearn Ourselves Together
I don’t want to heal this alone. If you’ve been feeling "caged," if you’re tired of the wash-and-fold loop, join me on February 7th for the Sacral Sanctuary.
This isn't just a retreat; it’s a jailbreak. We’re going to relearn who we are when we aren't "performing" for others and reclaim our power through movement, ritual, and community.
