Walking Through Your Inner Home

🪷Battle-Tested Beauty

Entry Nine: Coming Home to Your Power in Every Room of Your Life
Activation 8 – Expanding the Capacity to Receive

I open the front door of my inner home and step inside.
The air is warm, familiar — alive with the scent of a life I’ve built with love and grit.
Every room holds a chapter of me.
Every doorway is a threshold.

The Family Room
Here, my children laugh — grown, capable, and radiant with lives of their own.
They are the living proof of my devotion.
I stand in the doorway, proud, yet tender, knowing this scene will shift one day.
A whisper rises: Hold this. Savor this.
And another: Will you still be proud when you turn that gaze toward yourself?

The Marriage Hall
I find my husband in the light of the window — our years together etched into the walls like vows.
Love has deepened, matured, grown strong in the soil of shared challenges.
But in the corners, there are shadows of resentment and the ache of molding myself to fit what’s expected.
I run my hand along the wall, and it shifts beneath my palm — opening to a vision of us as an evolved team.
In this new room, I am supported as I step boldly into my next chapter, even when it looks selfish to the untrained eye.

The Mother’s Nook
I see my sons, not as children to be guided, but as men shaping their own lives.
The pressure to give them all of me melts into a quiet joy — the joy of watching them care for themselves.
I leave them a gift here: not more of me, but more of their own truth reflected back.

The Friendship Garden
This space hums with laughter and long talks that dissolve the lies of comparison.
Friends who see me, not for what I produce, but for who I am.
The over-efforting, the high-achiever badge — they’ve grown heavy here.
I hang them on a hook by the door and step further in, hands empty, heart full.

The Purpose Chamber
This room glows with the pulse of my work.
Twelve weeks of creation hums in the walls, yet the air feels still — a pause before the next great inhale.
I know what’s next: the selling, the sharing, the building of a living culture around the Beauty Code Way.
Here, the walls lean in as if to listen, waiting for me to speak it into being.

The Heart of the Home
My office — my sanctuary.
The home itself is loved, cared for, tended.
But I see the living and dining rooms waiting to be transformed — spaces longing for laughter, for gatherings, for the hum of shared ideas.
Outside, the earth waits for my touch. I have been busy. Healing. Creating. Birthing.
And still, she calls.

The Body Wing
Here she stands — my body — my oldest ally, my constant partner.
We have been through seasons of care and seasons of neglect.
Today, she carried me back to the pavement on my rollerblades, wind kissing my cheeks, root steadied beneath me.
Two miles down, 48 to go.
Not from pressure, but from joy.

The Community Gate
This is the threshold that tightens my chest.
I feel the fear of being too much, too bright, too misunderstood.
I feel the urge to shrink before I’m even seen.
Yet, in my mind’s eye, I walk through anyway — not to save anyone, but to serve with the fullness of my gifts.
Those meant to meet me here will.
Those not meant to… will pass like shadows on the other side of the gate.

As I close the tour of my inner home, I see the pattern clearly.
Pressure has been my old wallpaper, and I am stripping it away.
In its place: presence.
Pleasure.
A trust that there is always enough time.
That every room in my life can be a space where I am both the keeper and the guest,
the host and the honored one.