A just-born chick sits nestled in a cracked shell, its wet feathers clinging to its body, eyes wide with quiet awareness. Morning light spills across a dew-kissed field, casting golden rays through the tall grass. The scene holds both the mess and miracle of becoming—fresh breath, broken shell, and a world waiting. The sacred tension between what was and what now is lingers in the air, as if the Earth itself is bearing witness to the beauty of emergence.

Finding Freedom through Radical Acceptance

I return to myself through acceptance. Not the kind that tolerates just enough to survive, but the kind that opens space for me to thrive. Radical Acceptance invites me to stop fighting what already is and start walking with it—barefoot, breath full, heart soft. I don’t pretend it’s easy. I allow it to be what it is. A practice. A choice. A path. One that continues to teach me what real freedom feels like.

What Radical Acceptance Means for Me

Radical Acceptance is not a trend. It’s not spiritual bypassing dressed up in pretty language. For me, it’s the moment I choose to stop abandoning myself. It’s when I drop the performance, the armor, the pressure to heal fast or look like I have it all together. It’s when I meet my body in its truth, my emotions in their rawness, and say: I see you. I’m here. I’m not leaving.

Acceptance doesn’t mean I agree with everything that’s happened or that I ignore harm. It means I stop pretending the past didn’t happen just to make others comfortable. It means I stop rejecting my reality in hopes that it’ll magically change. I acknowledge the full scope of my experience—every contradiction, every shadow, every sacred scar—and I stay.

I stop resisting the lessons that life is offering me in the moment. I stop controlling the narrative to avoid discomfort. I breathe into what is and trust that I can hold it. I can cry, laugh, rage, surrender—and all of it is welcome. All of it is sacred.

Radical Acceptance is how I regulate without repression. It’s how I grieve without drowning. It’s how I reclaim the parts of me I once tried to silence in the name of being strong. This is not passive. This is power in motion. This is the root of my emotional sovereignty. When I accept myself as I am, I stop waiting for permission to live. I start walking in the truth that I am already whole.

And when I accept myself fully, I hold myself to a higher standard—not out of pressure, but out of love. I level up my accountability. I stop making excuses for my own avoidance. I stop bypassing the systems, tools, and support that help me grow. I show up for my responsibilities, my healing, and my mission. Because Radical Acceptance doesn’t mean I sit in stuckness—it means I move with clarity. I take aligned action. I trust myself to follow through. And when I don’t, I don’t spiral into shame—I adjust with grace and keep going.

This practice is the foundation for how I hold others and how I hold myself. It’s why ShaaniCreates EmpowerMe Accountability service exists. Because I know what it means to drift and still choose to return. I’ve lived the reset, the reframe, the recommitment. And I know how powerful it is when someone holds you through that.

Letting go of resistance

I feel the difference when I resist versus when I allow. Resistance feels like tension in my body, like bracing for impact even when there’s nothing coming. It shows up when I try to control things, deny the truth of my emotions, or avoid change. The moment I resist, I block the flow. I create struggle inside me that never needed to be there.

I begin to notice where resistance lives. In my patterns. In my thoughts. In the stories I keep repeating. It takes courage to face it, but I’ve grown tired of the cycle.

Resistance often looks like:

  • Suppressing emotions I judge as too much
  • Clinging to routines or relationships out of fear of change
  • Criticizing myself for not being perfect
  • Holding on to old pain because it feels safer than the unknown

When I choose to let go, I am not surrendering my power—I am reclaiming it. I give myself permission to stop fighting what’s already true. I stop wasting energy on illusions. I stop feeding fear and start feeding faith. Letting go becomes an act of self-love, not self-abandonment.

Meeting the moment with presence

The present moment is where I return to power. Not in the past, where I replay regrets. Not in the future, where I try to script the perfect ending. Right here. In this breath. In this body.

Mindfulness teaches me how to be here without escaping. It reminds me that I am safe to feel what’s rising. I can meet life as it is—chaotic, beautiful, uncertain—and still remain grounded in myself.

When I embrace the present moment:

  • I stop ruminating on what I can’t change
  • I release attachment to how things should be
  • I become more compassionate with myself
  • I begin to feel grateful for what’s real instead of longing for what’s missing

I listen to the wisdom that lives in now. The way the breeze moves. The way my breath slows when I stop pretending. I notice the colors, the silence, the pulse of life that continues even when I’m unsure. The present moment becomes my teacher, my sanctuary, my source.

Wisdom from the Spirit of Chicken

I feel the chicken spirit walking with me through this work—not loud, not flashy, but present in every breath of becoming. She teaches me that transformation doesn’t need spectacle. It needs rhythm. Warmth. Stillness. Devotion. She reminds me that the most sacred work often happens unseen, deep beneath the surface, before the shell breaks.

The chicken doesn’t rush the hatch. She knows the moment will come. She trusts the inner stirrings. She sits with it. She protects it. She keeps it warm until the life inside knows it’s time.

That’s what I’m doing when I practice Radical Acceptance. I’m honoring the slow, sacred unfolding. I’m not pushing myself to be more healed, more evolved, more ready than I am. I’m incubating the truth. I’m warming the part of me that’s preparing to emerge.

And when I do break through, I don’t judge the mess. I honor it. I come out wet, raw, unsure—and still I rise. That’s chicken medicine. That’s courage born from presence.

The spirit of chicken reminds me that I can be both vulnerable and protected. I can be newly born and deeply wise. I can be grounded and radiant all at once. This mess. is holy.

This is how I choose freedom

Radical Acceptance is not something I achieve. It’s something I practice. Every time I choose to witness rather than judge, feel rather than numb, release rather than grip—I shift. I align. I grow.

This is how I soften without collapsing.
This is how I rise without force.
This is how I find freedom in what’s real.

If you’re navigating deep transitions, emotional blocks, or cycles of resistance and you’re ready to walk with more presence and power, I invite you into my sacred space at Healing through Visions. Through Visionary Guidance and Energy Alignment services, I hold space for your truth, your rhythm, and your becoming.

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