Staying in Our Bodies (a love story apparently)

To be able to manifest abundance and actually attract aligned opportunities, we need to be able to stay in our bodies. Not halfway in, halfway out. I’m talking no dissociation, no energy body quietly slipping out the back door. Staying in. Centered.

And this is something I’ve really had to learn.

Because leaving my body? That’s been my thing since I was a kid. Getting lost in books, movies, music, dreams, questioning life and reality… It always looked cute from the outside, but it was self-protection. The world felt loud, busy, overstimulating, so I found exits.

And I still catch myself doing it now. Metro rides. Chaotic streets. Loud trains. People gossiping right next to me like I’m not energetically involved (I am, unfortunately). It doesn’t take much for my system to go, yeah… we’re out.

That’s when I clock it. I tune into my inner masculine energy; the part of me that grounds, stabilizes, brings me back into the present moment. Not dramatically, not in the middle of a crowded metro cause I need to leave that environment, but when I get out, when I have space. That energy pulls my floating self back in. Where I belong.

And then I go home. My safe space. My little temple. Calm music, cozy lights, candles, plants, herbal tea… all the things that tell my nervous system: you’re safe now.

Because that’s really what this is, a nervous system game.

Warm lights and tea? Safe cave energy. Bright LEDs, noise, energies all day? Survival mode.

We’ve evolved, but our bodies… not so much.

And I see it everywhere. People running on edge, overstimulated, constantly exposed to other people’s energies, and whether you’re aware of it or not, your body registers all of it.

Like yesterday on the bus. I didn’t listen to my intuition telling me to switch seats before the bus stopped (noted), and a man with a very questionable energy sat next to me. Instantly, my system went into threat mode.

And instead of letting my mind perceive it as a threat, I worked on staying calm. Not labeling it as danger. Letting my body settle instead of feeding it fear.

Same thing with my cycle. There’s a point where I feel anxious, tight in my chest, a bit on edge, and I used to think something bad is about to happen.  

Now I know better. It’s a pattern. Hormones. My body doing its thing. And I also know I’m stronger than that wave. It doesn’t get to define my emotional state anymore.

That shift alone? Life-changing.

And then there’s my mind… Always preparing. Rehearsing conversations that haven’t happened. Writing texts in advance. Playing out scenarios like it’s a full production.

All of that keeps me out of the present. So I gently pull it back.

It’s okay not to be prepared for everything.  

I’m present in the moment.  

It’s safe to open my heart again.  

It’s safe to be here. I’m here. I’m calm. I’m peace. I’m love.

Not in a forced, robotic way. Just… reminders. Anchors. Because living in a city that doesn’t fully align with me means my nervous system is working overtime. Instead of pouring energy into creating the life I want, sometimes it’s just trying to keep me feeling safe.

It feels like it’s working extra shifts with no overtime pay. That’s why resets matter. Leaving the city. Being in calmer places. Reconnecting. Even if it’s temporary.

And on a daily basis, I’ve built a space that supports me. A home that feels like exhale. That’s the balance right now. And honestly… this whole journey? It’s not about escaping the body. It’s about mastering it.

Staying, even when it’s uncomfortable. Calming the mind. Not letting every sensation turn into a story. Letting the soul lead: but from within the body, not somewhere above it.

I’ve been asking for guidance on this, (hey my higher self), and I can feel it, the more I stay, the more I stabilize, the more I create from a grounded place.

And baby… that’s where things actually start to move.

Because creation was never meant to happen from somewhere else. It happens from right here.

And now when I honor the part of me that leaves the body when it’s too much for her instead of judging her and perceiving it as failure, my inner child feels safe. She feels seen and understood. Not only my parents didn’t understand her (nor anyone who knew her), I think I didn’t understand her most of my life either. I’m here now. 

A little tip: Even if you feel like you don’t have access to your higher self, you can still ask for guidance and help along the way, ask, and you shall receive, even when you don’t know where it’s coming from.