I’m bored as <<effffffffff bomb in a dragged-out, whiiiiiiining voice>>.
Seriously — it’s that kind of day.
I hate when I’m working my tail off but it’s not the exciting stuff.
The trouble is that when I’m deep in creative flow, I don’t always pause to re-examine the foundations. And right now? I’m in a season of foundations — right-sizing expenses, tying up loose ends, and changing major systems in my business.
Important, yes. Exciting? Not so much.
Flash to the mantra class I took today. Mid-class, my brain was off to the races, redesigning the entire experience to make it more embodied, more impactful. Who needs it? Where would I teach it? What would I call it? Who’s the audience? My brain LOVES to build new worlds.
There I go again — chasing fairies.
So I decided my mantra needed to help me feel the importance of this boring moment. I wanted to transform the dull and dutiful into something embodied and alive.
Why? Because I KNOW when I have the right systems in place, I feel good about myself. When I feel good and secure, I’m ready to make bold moves. Without that steadiness, I either chase shiny distractions or collapse into a ball and hope no one sees me and calls me out.
My thinking brain came up with something like:
“I am creating steadiness — the foundation for deeper creativity. Steadiness is the safety from which I launch future passion.”
Pretty good, right? But when I brought in my body — when I actually felt what steadiness means — it changed everything.
When I feel grounded and secure, there’s a deep peace and spaciousness in my cells. My heart and solar plexus soften, and along with my arms, feel heavy and warm, like a weighted blanket. It’s that feeling of soup on a gray day — the one that makes you hear “M’m m’m good.”
Without that nourishment, I want to disappear.
That’s not bold.
That’s not passion.
So here’s what emerged, my new embodied mantra:
“This slow simmer is deepening the bold flavor of what’s next.”
Whoah.
My mind got me close, but my body got me there. It turned obligation into meaning — bland into worthy.
This is my new reminder, posted where I’ll see it every day. When I pass it, I’ll pause, place my hands over my heart and belly, and remember: this moment IS the slow and important simmer.
The flavor is coming.
What about you?
What would happen if you felt passion in the mundane — if you tended the simmer instead of rushing the boil?
What if your own embodied mantra could get you there?