002: The Myth of “Getting It Together” — And Why You’re Already Divine As Hell

💌 A Journalistic Love Letter from the Desk of Empressions...

🎙️ “Good evening, radiant rebels. I’m Empress Nice, and tonight’s top story?
You’re not broken — you’re blooming. And that chaos you’ve been cursing? It might just be your crown.”

Hey You — Sacred Mess in Progress 👑

Let’s cut the fluff.

This isn’t a self-help reel or another guru trying to sell you ten steps to glow-up nirvana.

This is your divine permission slip — the one that got lost in the shuffle of productivity porn, Pinterest boards, and trauma passed down in casseroles and silence.

So sit down. Or pace in circles. Or cry into your tea.
Whatever your ritual — this space holds it.

Because someone, somewhere, once told you that if you don’t have it all together by now, you’re failing.
That healing is a color-coded planner.
That success smells like lavender and discipline.
That wholeness is an aesthetic.

👁️‍🗨️ Let me say this with the volume of a Sunday morning church mic and the softness of a Sade record:

That’s a myth. A polished, polished lie.
✨ An Instagram-filtered fantasy sponsored by capitalism, hustle culture, and shame-based marketing.

And it’s time we burned it down — incense lit, intentions clear. 🔥🧘🏾‍♀️

✦ Perfection Is the Performance. Chaos Is the Portal. 💫

Let’s be real.

Nobody — and I mean nobody — has it all together.

Not your therapist.
Not that influencer whose apartment looks like a MoMA installation.
Not even the spiritual coach with the singing bowls and 5 a.m. journaling routine.

Perfection is curated.
Becoming is chaotic.
And you, my darling, are right on time.

You’re not behind — you’re in the middle of becoming.

🐛💨 The cocoon is cramped and confusing. It’s dark and disorienting. You’re dissolving.
And that’s sacred work.

Around here, we don’t shame the mess.
We worship it.

Because within the chaos — that moment where everything falls apart, spirals, sobs, shakes — is where the truth lives.

🌀 The tears? Baptisms.
🧩 The breakdowns? Blueprints.
🔮 The spirals? Sacred geometry in motion.

You don’t need to escape it.
You need to decode it.

✦ You Are Allowed to Be a Divine Contradiction 🌓

Let me break it down for you like a DJ flipping frequencies between soul and house music:

You’re allowed to be the storm and the shelter.
You can meditate in stillness at noon and rage-clean your house to Megan Thee Stallion at 3pm.
You can be spiritual and sweary.
You can cry at affirmations and cuss at your to-do list.

This isn’t hypocrisy.
It’s holy duality.

You are not broken.
You are multidimensional.
You are divinely layered.

And here’s the most slept-on truth in the mental wellness arena:

Healing doesn’t look like peace at first.
It looks like confusion.
It looks like courageous unraveling.
It looks like cussing through shadow work and skipping therapy because you needed a nap more.

🛌🧠🌪️
Healing is gritty. Grown-folks business.
It's not a scented bath and a journal spread.
It's a revolution disguised as meltdown.

✦ What If You Never “Get It Together”? 🫢

What if your greatness isn’t in your routines, but in your resets?

What if your magic isn't in your morning routine, but in your ability to start over at 2:42pm after crying in the pantry?

Let me give it to you plain:

✨ Your soul didn’t incarnate to be Pinterest-perfect.
It came to transform the mold, not fit in it.
To break ancestral cycles — and still show up to your child’s school play with unmatched socks and fierce love.
To flip trauma into wisdom.
To hold rage and softness in the same breath.

You are the dream of every ancestor who never had the luxury of rest.
Of every matriarch who wasn’t allowed to fall apart.
Of every tired spirit who sacrificed their softness so you could reclaim yours.

And baby, that reclamation?

That’s abundance. 💎

✦ The IMAWOL Way 🌱👑

Here at IMAWOL, we don’t worship put-togetherness.
We praise presence.

We build wealth with soul.
We burn sage and build business empires.
We take naps and take names.
We throw hands — and throw love into every damn thing we touch.

We don’t wait to become perfect to start.
We start, and let the imperfections be the testimony.

We don’t chase aesthetics — we create impact.

🧘🏽‍♀️📈💋
We’re soft. We’re sharp. We’re sacred.
And we’re done performing.

✦ Closing Ceremony: You Were Always The One 💌

So if today was messy, sacred, loud, quiet, uncertain, brilliant, overwhelming — good.
That means you’re alive.

It means you’re in it.
It means you’re listening.
It means you’re on the frequency of truth.

This post — this sermon, this signal, this sacred scream — is a rally cry for everyone who thinks they’re falling behind because they’re too busy building something real.

Let this be your reminder:
🕊️ You don’t need more time.
🕊️ You don’t need more validation.
🕊️ You definitely don’t need more shame.

You just need to remember.

You were always the one.
Even when you forgot.
Even when the world told you otherwise.

So stay wild.
Stay worthy.
Stay rising. 🌿🔥👑

Forever in your corner (and sometimes in your cookies),
— Empress Nice
#IMAWOL #002 #TheSacredMess #DivineAsHell #StillRising

🎧 "And that’s the nightly vibe, sacred souls. You’re tuned in to Real Talk Radio with Empress Nice — where chaos meets clarity, and you’re the headline."

🪬 POST 003: "YOU CAN'T UNSEE IT—AND YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO."

IMAWOL | Empressions of the Universe | The Becoming Files
By Empress Nice (yes, like the city in France… or your favorite niece… but crowned.)

🎙️Tonight on “The Becoming Files,” a special report not found in your therapist’s office, your job onboarding packet, or your childhood dream journal. This is that soul-piercing, spine-tingling segment you didn’t know you needed. Buckle up, Beloved. Because once you hear this? You won’t be able to un-hear it. And you’re not supposed to.

🕯️ The Moment That Changes Everything

It’s not flashy.
It’s not a climax or crisis or cosmic trumpet blaring from the heavens.

It’s quiet.

That still, almost undetectable flicker between the breakdown and the breakthrough. The moment when the lens on your soul shifts — and suddenly?

The whole world looks… off. Shrunk. Too tight. Staged.

👁️ You look around at your life — the degree, the job, the partner, the profile picture, the performance — and something doesn’t click anymore.

Not because it was all bad.
But because it was never meant to contain your becoming.

📉 The Great Unraveling of the Script

Let’s call it what it is: a moment of reckoning.

It happens when:

You show up to the job that once felt like a win, and now it feels like a cage.
You hear your friends talk about the next goal, the next trip, the next baby shower… and you can’t relate.
You look at your own carefully curated life and whisper, “I don’t know who I am in here anymore.”

This isn’t a midlife crisis.
This is a mid-awakening clarity collapse — and baby, it’s sacred.

Because here’s a truth they don’t print in Forbes or paste on Pinterest:

The system was never built for your brilliance.
The dreams you were handed? 🧃 Pre-packaged. Mass-produced. Spiritual fast food with no nutrients.

You were given templates. Timelines. Titles.
Not tools for truth.

And now?

You’ve seen through it.

🔥 You Can't Unsee It. And You're Not Supposed To.

Let’s zoom out.

🔍 A 2023 Gallup study showed nearly 60% of U.S. employees feel emotionally detached from their work.
📱 Pew Research reports that 75% of young adults feel pressure to portray a perfect life online.
🧠 The American Psychological Association states that "identity dissonance" is a growing mental health crisis, especially among women and neurodivergent individuals navigating systems never designed for their rhythms.

Translation?
You’re not crazy. The culture is.

And once you see how broken the performance is —
Once you catch a whiff of that expired dream juice they’ve been selling —
You can’t just go back to sipping it with a smile.

✨ The Beauty of Becoming Uncomfortable

The moment of awakening doesn’t come with confetti.
It comes with:

Grief. For the version of you that tried so damn hard to fit in.
Rage. At how long you believed the lie.
Confusion. Because clarity doesn’t come with instructions.
Laughter. Because now you see how ridiculous it all was.
Power. Because now you can choose.

Let them say you’re changing. You are.
Let them say you’re different. You better be.

You’re not here to make people comfortable.
You’re here to remember your royalty — and reclaim your right to grow, grieve, glow, and go.

🐍 The Snakeskin Must Fall

Ever seen a snake shed?

It doesn’t wait for applause.
It doesn’t apologize to the skin it leaves behind.
It just knows it’s time.

The job that no longer fits? That relationship? That hustle? That hustle identity?

🫳 Let. It. Fall.

Because the skin that’s too tight becomes a shroud.
And your soul came here to rise, not rot.

👑 This Isn’t Reinvention — It’s Remembrance

Let’s get esoteric, real quick.
In many African spiritual traditions, including Yoruba and Kemetic wisdom, there’s a belief that we arrive here already whole — that our souls carry divine memory.

We aren’t becoming someone new.
We’re remembering who we’ve always been.

You are not a blank slate waiting for society’s stickers.
You are a divine force temporarily confused by capitalism’s costume party.

But now you see through it.
And you’re not supposed to unsee.

🪬 Welcome to the IMAWOL Generation

We are the ones who opt out of pretending.
We are the ones who turn breakdowns into blueprints.
We are the ones who:

Burn bridges that led to nowhere
Set altars on fire (and still make it to parent-teacher conferences)
Build LLCs and legacies with our sage sticks and soul spreadsheets

This is the age of unfiltered elevation.
This is your permission slip to stop performing and start embodying.

✍🏾 Soul Journal Prompts for the Sacred Mess in Progress

What have I outgrown that I’m still pretending to fit into?
What version of me am I mourning… and who is rising in her place?
What sacred truths have I seen that I refuse to unsee — even if they make others uncomfortable?
What systems, beliefs, or roles am I shedding? How can I honor the grief AND the growth?

🧠 Final Empression: Soul With A Strategy

You don’t need a rebrand.
You need a reunion — with your original self.

So, let them look confused. Let them whisper. Let them call it a phase.

You know the truth.
You saw it.
You are it.
And you’re not supposed to go back.

Because you, Beloved, were never meant to shrink into a script.

You were born to re-write the damn story.

And that? That’s what becoming looks like.

🌟 With Holy Smoke and Strategy,
Empress Nice
Voice of Velvet. Mind of a Maverick. Heart of a Whole Generation.

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