Who Am I to Do This?

what we ask before we rise.

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Doors close April 11, and the Circle begins shortly thereafter.

With love, Kelly ✨

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photo by Tyler Casey

Who Am I to Do This?

My answer to the question that stops us before we even begin.

Who am I to write the book?
To share the story?
To lead the gathering?
To build the thing I can barely admit I’m dreaming of?

Who am I to be visible?
To be powerful?
To be heard?

Who am I to do this?

We ask it like it’s rhetorical.
Like it’s a question with shame baked in.
Like it’s evidence that we should shrink.

But what if that question is holy?

What if “Who am I to do this?”
isn’t an accusation—
but an invitation?

An opening into awe.

Because when you ask that question,
you’re standing at the edge of something sacred.
You’re standing at the edge of becoming.

And here’s the truth I want you to sit with, breathe into, and believe:

You are the one.

You are the one with the idea.
The one holding the vision.
The one dreaming of a more beautiful world—because something in you remembers it.

You are the host of this inspiration.
You didn’t choose it.
It chose you.

Not by mistake.
Not by accident.
But by resonance.

Because only you can tell it in your voice,
with your timing,
through your story,
in the shape that only your life has carved.

You are not unqualified.
You are uniquely called.

Through the ache you’ve lived.
The fears you’ve faced.
The resilience you’ve built quietly, behind the scenes, when no one was clapping.

You have earned this inspiration.
It didn’t arrive at random.
It’s the natural response to everything you’ve become.

You ask “Who am I to do this?”
Here’s my answer:

You are a glimmer of God.
A spark of the Sun.
An extension of Source Energy.
A shimmering thread in the sacred weave of all life.

You are one of billions—
and still, irreplaceable.

So maybe “Who am I to do this?”
isn’t the right question.

Maybe it’s:
What will happen if I don’t?
What beauty will remain unborn if I keep waiting?
What healing stays trapped when I stay silent?

Let your voice be a prayer.
Let your work be an altar.
Let your presence be enough.

You don’t need to prove anything.
You just need to become the one who says yes.

Yes to the inspiration.
Yes to the fear.
Yes to the next step—however small.

And then—
Something begins to move.

Not everything shifts overnight.
The doubt doesn’t vanish.
The fear doesn’t disappear.

But you change.
Because you stayed.
Because you trusted.
Because you said yes, even when it trembled in your throat.

You said yes to the process,
not just the outcome.

You stopped trying to get it right.
You started trying to feel what was true.

You let your body speak.
You let your voice quiver and still rise.
You let your spirit lead, even without a map.

And slowly, something inside you starts to take root.

You begin to notice:
The idea that won’t let go.
The sentence that makes your chest ache with recognition.
The stranger who tells you, “I needed this.”

You realize—
You’re not just creating a thing.
You’re creating a Self.
You’re weaving a new way of being into the fabric of your days.

This isn’t about building something perfect.
It’s about building something true.

You begin to walk differently.
Speak differently.
See differently.

Because when you say yes to your becoming,
your life starts becoming, too.

So if you're here—
standing on the threshold of your own yes,
heart pounding, unsure, alive—

Stay with it.

Not because it’s easy.
But because it matters.

You asked, Who am I to do this?

And now you know.

You are the one.
Not despite your story—
But because of it.

Say yes.
And become.