Living the “turned on” life

I chose a word for my 51st birthday: Pleasure.

My life hasn’t always been about pleasure. 

There have been periods in my life when survival felt like my only imperative. 

Thankfully, those times are over. 

I cleared enough trauma.

My big task in this current life seems to be mastering self-compassion. 

Becoming it, as in “Embodied Acceptance”.

As I get closer, people who need to master it are drawn to me, and I get to lead this work. Yay!

I’m hearing a strong call to go into the next phase of this journey. 

Which is? You guessed it. Pleasure. 

Get ready. You’re about to get elevated to the next level of healing through my own expansion. This is not just a step forward. It’s a quantum leap.

I’m not talking about a high end vacation or other luxuries. 

I’m talking the whole body and the senses. It’s sensual. It’s sexy. It’s juicy. It’s delicious. Passionate. Playful. Naughty. 

Ever heard of “living the turned on life”? That’s my plan. 

It’s about feeling turned on without having a sexual experience attached to it - at least not all the time. ;)

It’s about butterflies in my stomach, and constantly being seduced by life.

It’s letting every cell in my body light up and respond to sensation. 

How? Doing more of what turns me on, noticing how it feels in my body and inviting myself to savor it for as long as I can. 

Here’s a partial list: listening to soulful music, dancing with all my senses, including all body parts, noticing the juiciness of my breath, getting high on delicious food, allowing myself to fall in love with people, noticing how attractive I am, being vulnerable, asking for what I want, feeling my emotions fully and of course embracing my sexuality to its fullest. 

Pleasure for a lot of us implies luxury or even indulgence.

I’m convinced that’s not true. Pleasure is an essential part of our emotional and physical health. 

I wonder what would our dismal mental health picture look like if our society wasn’t so pleasure averse?