Above the Clouds

At a different point in time, I’d tell you this was a space above the noise, the storm, the chaos.

Now, after gaining clarity and perspective, I’ll tell you it’s a space that fosters self-trust, permission, and joy.

Clouds and I go way back—to a time where I’d sprawl in the grass or on a pool chair and stare up at the sky, gazing at the different shapes, watching as they glided along their path, daydreaming about what the world would look like from so high up.

I’d imagine the world would be more quiet. Peaceful. Safe for me to breathe in fully and trust that on my exhale, I’d still be floating above it all.

Years later, when I needed a name for this space, Above the Clouds felt natural, as if I came up with it at eight years old, sun-kissed and freckled.

Sitting here writing, I’m surprised how the meaning has changed.

When I was little, clouds represented escape, a place I could disappear to. As I grew older, I looked beyond the clouds for that same type of relief and accepted that I was living in a metaphorical hurricane of my own design: overthinking, second-guessing; fear, doubt, isolation, addiction; craving permission, searching for validation, always coming up short with the taste of disappointment on my tongue.

At 30, I’ve gained perspective. The clouds were never really an escape route.

The coping mechanisms I picked up along my survival path were only meant to get me so far before the grown-up in me took the reins and redirected me towards the life I was dreaming up at eight years old.

If I were talking to that little girl, I’d tell her to trust herself. She doesn’t need permission to become who she already is. And joy is always the answer.

I’m excited to welcome you into my world and to create community along the way.

XOXO,

Lucy