and the theme is … consistency
July 1, 2025
Not to be dramatic, but I really believe I’m healing generational trauma with my life. Or at least I’m trying to.
Recently, I Can’t Go For That by Hall & Oates came on and it caught my attention. I posted a screenshot to IG with the caption, “POV: me setting boundaries in July.”
In the same vein of that drama– or spiritualism, whatever you want to call it– I believe in messages from the universe. Downloads, if you will. It might sound crazy, but I’ve found that when I tune in, I’m bound to notice things that feel meant for me to hear or see. Things that feel timely, like they are speaking to me specifically at this exact moment of my life.
The presence of a “message” often becomes apparent to me through its accompaniment by the feeling of things clicking into place. It’s like snippets of songs, conversations, books, art, papers, scenes all coming together to form a cohesive collage.
I recently recalled one of my favorite message discoveries to a friend with whom I was discussing boundaries and how challenging they can be. It came in the form of this gem of an entry from one of my mom’s journals I found and read after she died.
“No, No, No, No, No, No, No,
No, No, No, No, No, No, No,
No, No, No, No, No, No, No,
NO!
That’s not such a hard word, is it?”
I remember unsolicited takes on my mom that were shared with me after her death. One that stuck is that she was someone who struggled with boundaries. Funny enough, I remember a story my mom told me once featuring the very same person who shared that opinion, and how when they were younger, he would come to her apartment and piss her off by eating all of her expensive yogurt.
The insight there is, maybe, that she understood her boundary but didn’t know how to communicate it. Or maybe that she didn’t feel comfortable with the potential conflict asserting her boundary could create.
In any case, that story is on my mind as we enter Q3 of 2025 (see, I’m not just woo-woo, I’m multifaceted with my business lingo)! I've been reevaluating my life and feeling pulled to establish an intentional course for July. I think it’s due, partially, to rolling off of my birth month which, in true Gemini fashion, was hectic with an emphasis on social engagements and a dearth of true time for myself (the introverted twin is NOT happy and is demanding takeover). But it was also catalyzed by the wonderful suggestion of a collaborator within my Mastermind group, a bi-weekly conspiracy of four female/nonbinary solo entrepreneurs that forms a substantial basis of my community in what can feel like solitary work.
At our meeting a few weeks ago, I said, “I’ve been feeling frenetic, like this,” while wildly waving my hands all around my head. As a suggestion for managing the mania, Vee offered, “Sometimes I pick a theme for the month and let that guide me.”
That was definitely a message for me, someone who absolutely loves a theme, as evidenced by this photo of me dressed as Jesus Christ in Drag for a “J Themed” birthday party I attended (“In Drag” for fun, but also lest other guests be dressed as Jesus Christ), where a majority of people wore t-shirts pitifully displaying a word beginning with “J.”
And as I meditated on what my theme should be for July, I came upon “consistency.”
Consistency, consistency. The word started to unlock more realizations, like the fact that not only was I doing a horrendous job at protecting my time and energy, I was craving the very same structure that I offer to my clients, a framework to operate within.
I realized that, while one of the key drivers in deciding to work for myself was freedom over my time and schedule, that is not synonymous with being totally unscheduled. Instead, lacking all parameters had made me feel unmoored and gave me and others the false impression that I was basically always available.
On the way home from work yesterday, I listened to Can’t Go For That on repeat, like an affirmation. I remember my mom singing that song, mimicking the silliness with which Hall & Oates sing, “NoOo // No can do.” It feels like a contrast to the anxiety that rises when I recognize that “no” is what I need to say, and I believe whoever I’m saying it to isn’t going to like it. There’s a magic in that, taking yourself less seriously, something I and maybe my lineage could stand to be better at (cue what I endearingly termed, “the Moseley Family Wrinkle,” which I now know are the glabellar lines resulting from an oft-furrowed brow).
A final piece of the cosmic collage was a message from the astrology app, CHANI, another channel I turn to when I’m looking for some sense of understanding about my life.
“When the student is ready, the teacher arrives.”
In the years since my mom’s death, I’ve craved mentorship more than ever, feeling her absence as the loss of one of my most pivotal guides. While nothing could ever negate the truth of that experience, I’ve had success in finding really resonant guidance elsewhere– in sensations that stimulate my senses, in conversations with others, and perhaps most profoundly, in the pages of my own notebooks. I remember digging into my box of journals, dating back to elementary school, opening one to a random page, and finding that the page contained the exact message I needed to hear in that moment.
Like most revelations, this has been a return. A reminder that we have wisdom for each other, if we are ready to receive it. So as a student of the universe, I will try to stay ready so I don’t have to get ready to hear what is meant for me.
What does being ready look like? Sometimes it’s spaciousness, sometimes it’s structure that provides the necessary support. Undoubtedly, it’s developing an attunement with your self and surroundings to become aware of and respond to what you need in the moment.
So here’s to a July of consistency. And here’s to karmic healing.
Stay tuned.
