Copyright Rambling Hippie Creative - July 2020
The Small Shit Is the Spell
Before you try to change your whole life, start with the habits, spaces, and choices you keep overlooking.
Look.. what you’re about to read may not land softly. But I’m delivering it to you exactly how it came through to me. Things are about to get real real around here. Honest. Direct. Sprinkled with adult emphasis words. If you need everything soft, polished, palatable, and wrapped in perfect little people-pleasing language, this may not be your corner of the innanet anymore. And yeah, I said innanet.
But.. if you’re here for truth, embodiment, accountability, healing, humor, and the kind of clarity that might lovingly snatch you up a lil bit — welcome babes.
Stop trying to figure out why shit went left.
At some point, the autopsy gets tired don’t it? At some point, digging through the ashes looking for the exact moment the fire started becomes its own kind of self-abandonment. Yes, reflect. Yes, tell the truth. Yes, take accountability. But baby boooo, do not build a whole personality around investigating the wreckage. And if you already have (hello! guilty), it’s time to let it unravel and get back to who you really are.
Decide why shit is going to go right.
That is a different frequency and posture altogether. Knowing yourself as the creator of your reality and doing something with it is a different relationship with your own life. A lot of people say they want radical transformation, but what they really want is for the entire universe to rearrange itself while they keep doing the same chaotic, careless, half-present shit every day.
And I say that with so much love.
People try to fix their whole life at once. They want the new body, the new income, the new relationship, the new house, the new nervous system, the new identity, the new glow, the new reality, the whole divine upgrade package overnight. And listen, I love that. I love a big vision. I love a delusional bitch with a journal, an altar, and prayers. But transformation is not just about what you call in. It is about what you can actually hold, babe.
So before you start talking about changing your entire life, start with making your bed.
Smooth the wrinkles out of the bedspread. Don’t just throw the comforter over the chaos and call it done. Be present. Be intentional. Move like the version of you who respects their own space. It might seem small, but small is where the evidence starts. Small is where your body begins to believe you.
Brush your teeth with your non-dominant hand. Not because it does anything different for your oral hygiene, but because your brain does. Break the autopilot. Wake up the parts of you that have been asleep at the wheel. Remind yourself that you are capable of choosing differently, even in the tiniest, most ordinary moments.
Use a planner. Use a journal. Use a sticky note, a notes app, the back of a damn receipt if you have to. Just stop letting your whole life float around in your head like a junk drawer with Wi-Fi. Write the day down. Write the insights and ideas down. You cannot organize a life you refuse to look at.
And sit the fuck up.
Fix your posture in the car, at the dinner table, in your office chair, at the restaurant, wherever. Walking? Chin up. Chest out. Look ahead. Not down. Not all around. Ahead. Move through the world like you’re no longer apologizing for taking up space. Your body is always casting a vote, one way or another. Your shoulders, your spine, your eyes, your breath. They’re all either saying, “I trust myself,” or “I forgot who the fuck I am.”
Wash your car. Inside and out. Take your time. Be meticulous. Don’t just run it through the wash and leave old cups, receipts, crumbs, and energetic residue in the seats. Clean the console. Shake the mats. Wipe the dust. Make the place that carries you feel like something worthy of carrying you.
Then do that shit at home too.
I’m talking baseboards. Under the bed. The closet. The drawers. Behind appliances. The places nobody sees. The places you have been avoiding because they tell the truth. That is where the work is. Not just in the aesthetic corner you post online, but in the hidden places where old energy gets to sit because nobody checks it. Familiar with Marie Kondo? If not, get to know her method and practice it religiously.
Now go take a shower like you are coming back to yourself.
Wash behind your ears. Clean your belly button. Scrub your feet. Run your fingers through your hair with that conditioner like you are handling the rarest diamonds in the world. Moisturize.. with shea butter, coconut oil, rose oil…something natural. Touch your own body like you are grateful it has carried you through every version of survival you have ever had to live through. When you look at yourself in the mirror, you should be thinking only the highest thoughts about you.
And when you eat, s-l-o-w down.
Pay attention to every bite of food and every sip of drink. Notice what you are thinking about. Notice how it tastes. Notice what your body does with it. Does it energize you? Does it dull you? Does it soothe you? Does it send you spiraling? Stop consuming everything like you are running from yourself. Food, drinks, content, conversations, people, habits. All of it is data reflecting your state.
This work isn’t about becoming perfect. Perfection is a trap, and honestly, it’s boring as hell. This is about becoming present. It’s about proving to yourself that you can be trusted with the life you keep asking for. This is foundation work.
Do all of this for a minimum of 21 days.
Make the bed. Brush your teeth differently. Write things down. Sit up. Walk like you mean it. Clean your car. Clean your home. Clean your body. Pay attention when you eat and drink. Watch your thoughts. Watch your patterns. Watch what starts shifting when you stop treating your daily life like it’s beneath your spiritual growth.
Then come talk to me about changing your entire life. And if that sounds like a lot, then maybe… ya ass isn’t ready for radical transformation yet.
Because the next version of you isn’t built in one dramatic breakthrough, awakening, or download. It’s built in the quiet space, the repeated decisions nobody claps for. It’s built in the mundane..in your discipline. Transformation can built in the way you fold the clothes, rinse the sink, hold your spine, choose your thoughts, and return to yourself over and over again.
You don’t need to fix your whole life today. But you do need to stop acting like the small shit doesn’t matter. It’s literally the spell that opens the door for what you’re calling in.
I know the work can feel urgent, or even heavy at times. That’s par for the course though baby. We need a lil discomfort to light a fire under our own seats sometimes.
We’ve arrived at embodiment. No more consistently thinking one thing, feeling and doing different. This level is about coherence.. alignment.. walking the walk.
Love, Light, & Shadow,
Ladye Marie <3
