I got an email from a client the other day, telling me how dramatically her income had risen since we worked together, and thanking me for helping make that happen. 

I was thrilled, because that was a core objective we’d worked on together in a dozen different ways. We’d worked on her packages, her pricing, her messaging, her positioning, her money blocks, and her ability to easefully deliver an enlightened “no” and trust that abundance was on the way.

But when I asked her what, specifically, had helped increase her income she said “I started consistently following Londyn’s rule.” 

(Londyn is my 3-year-old.)

She went on, “You told me once that Londyn just decides what she wants and doesn’t participate in anything else.”

And it’s true. Londyn is not much of a tantrum thrower, unless she’s tired or hungry. And she’s living her baby best life, y’all. We program really beautiful days full of beautiful activities and places and people, so she’s generally pretty enthusiastic about doing whatever we’re doing, most of the time.

But she’s also very, very clear on what she wants. 

Maybe clearer than anyone I’ve ever met. 

And she doesn’t participate in anything else.

As part of this, Londyn is exceptionally good at speaking up for herself, asking for what she wants and needs and saying what she means. (I’ll share more on how I try to foster her inborn clarity, self-knowledge, self-sovereignty and self-expression next week.)

Here’s an example: We live in a hilly neighborhood, so there are maybe a dozen places where instead of alleys, we have stairs that take you from one street to the next. Neighbors leave beautiful chalk art, painted rocks and even little displays of toy cars and airplanes out in the various staircases, and every weekend, we climb up a bunch of them, see what’s there and just explore. 

The other day we climbed up and were skipping-to-my-Lou down the street above our house. It’s a fancy street, lined with big beautiful homes, old and new. There’s one gorgeous, sprawling Mediterranean mansion, with a low, long, curved driveway and unobstructed views of the San Francisco Bay. 

I have probably walked past that house a thousand times in my 12 years here, and I have never seen anyone outside that house.

But someone was out front that day. 

As Londyn and I walked by, an elegant, white-haired woman stood deep in conversation with the gentleman who was tending the grounds.

They noticed us passing. I nodded and raised my hand in a silent hello. 

Londyn… took a different approach. 

She stopped walking abruptly and yanked on my hand for balance so she could lean over the down sloped driveway. 

“HELLOOOOO!!!!” she screamed gleefully (and at the top of her lungs) through her panda bear mask. “I’m Londyn! What’s your name?”

“I’m Katherine,” the woman yelled back, seeming startled but amused, then resumed talking with the landscaper.

“Kathyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!” Londyn yelled. Screamed, really. “You got any animals down there???”

I tried to distract her and keep our walk moving. “Ma choupette, let’s go see what’s happening up the street! Over there!” I said, pointing to the next staircase on our route.

Londyn stood still. She looked at me soberly, shook her head and replied: “No, honey.” 

In other words: Londyn had asked Katherine whether she had any animals down there… and Londyn wanted an answer.

Katherine paused for a moment, looked at her gardener, turned back to Londyn and said: “Yes, I do. Come down the driveway, and down that staircase (pointing) and I’ll meet you over there.”

And so… we did. 

Down the loooooong driveway.

Down a flight of stairs into some breathtaking gardens that seemed like they slowly descended to … the Bay.

A few moments later, Kathy appeared and walked us over to a little cove with a little clearing, pulled off a metal grate to keep the kitty cats out, and revealed dozens of glistening, fat, black-and-white, orange and red koi fish that have been wriggling and swimming around in there for a couple of decades. 

Kathy… I mean Katherine… poured some fish food in Londyn’s hand. 

Katherine showed her how they would swim right up to your fingers if you stuck your hand in the water.

And that’s how we came to spend the next 45 minutes playing with animals and her new friend Katherine, which was the cosmic order Londyn had apparently placed.

In fact, when we were done with Katherine and the koi, Londyn said she was ready to go home and take a nap… even though (a) Kathy’s house was at the beginning of our walk, not the end and (b) Londyn is 3. She never asks to go home and take a nap. 

The moral of the story is this: Let yourself want what you want. 

Don’t negate your own desires. 

Don’t keep them small out of some misguided sense of humility or virtute.

Don’t judge what you want or judge yourself for wanting it. 

As Rumi wrote, don’t analyze your enthusiasm. 

Want what you want without shrinking it down. 

Please remember that your heart’s desires are part of your Inner Guidance System. They are how the Divine speaks to you, within you. Even your seemingly “small” soul-level desires are part of how you are guided to the right place at the right time to be, do, have and learn what you came here for. 

Following your heart’s desires, following your bliss (as Jo Campbell would say), is part of how you learn to live a powerful masterful life. 

Next: Speak up for yourself. Say what you mean. Ask for what you want. 

Whether you’re asking yourself, another person, All That Is or your neighbor Katherine/Kathy. 

From there, you only have three jobs to get what you want:

Job #1: Get in receptive mode. Stop blocking yourself from receiving what’s trying to come to you.

Job #2: If you get a Divine Download to take an inspired action like charging more, investing in yourself, taking a different route to the grocery store or yelling your request to see some animals NOW at a total and complete stranger who seems busy at the moment, follow that download and take that action.

Job #3: Participate in nothing that is not part of or aligned with what you want. Participate NOT your own self-sabotage. Participate NOT in your Inner Critic’s naysaying narratives or in anyone else’s reasons why they think you can’t have what you want. That ain’t got nothing to do with you.

This is how you cause the Universe to yield to you.

Get after it, homie. 

Head up + heart out,
 

The Inner Critic Coach™
Spiritual Strategist for smart, successful people

Tara-Nicholle Nelson, MA, Esq.
Founder + CEO of SoulTour

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