I was lucky enough to find amazing people as I learned about this journey, as I am still learning; the journey of self- rediscovery is not one to take lightly, is a storm, is a lonely road, a quiet Opera.
As I stepped on the slippery rock, I looked down into the river, the waters were anxious to catch me, and my heart was happy to jump; I was afraid to hit the rock, but I was not afraid to jump, because I did: as soon as I hit the waters, they welcomed me like branches, they pushed me like parents, and they guided me like Angels. I realized that I did not need to be anyone but myself, I did not need to be a mother, a friend, a daughter at that exact moment, I realized that while it is not about the adrenaline, it sure felt good to feel free.
In my young years, with my first love, I was not afraid to jump out anything I was able to jump off from; fear became base as soon as I became a mom; the thought of loosing my life which would mirror my boys losing their mother creeped into my adventures; being a mom gives you superpowers, most of those are protective mechanisms, intuitive bonding, kind of the saying ‘ put on your breathing mask, before trying to help your kids, in an airplane crash ‘ and it makes sense, you can't help them unless you are taken cared of, that was a hard lesson to learn; becoming a mom, didn’t only teach me about those super powers, it also taught me about my fears, my weaknesses and most of all it taught me about who I really am.
The scariest adventure yet, has being awakening, shaping my divinity, reclaiming my power, standing on my core, as I discover myself, as I transform from a caterpillar into this beautiful butterfly; now the ugly side of this amazing journey that no one really talks about is, how we must push everyone aside in order for this transformation to take place: transforming means silence, it means being in solitude, it means connecting to your higher self, learning to have conversations with Self, learning to care for Self; this transformation called for me to need my time, it called for me to needing balance on 3D and 5D, I see it like needing time to recompose after working out for 15 minutes, transformation is painful, is one of the deepest pain you’ll feel, so often we seek recharge in love, support, we seek time with the people that fuel us; for me this is my boys.
Is hard to explain to people how time alone is beneficial, even if it's time away from your kids, your spouse, your family; time for Self is major, because in solitude we can transform, we are able to connect to our divinity, we are able to create, we are able to water ourselves from our 3D needs; being alone allows you to hear yourself in a way that most do not understand. This subject is the point of a lot of arguments between the mother of my kids and I, and I can understand why it does not make sense to her, it actually does not make sense to a lot of people, because we are custom to give and receive at the same time, as humans, we crave humanity: interactions, connections; that’s what make us conscious in the 3D, but not everyone is aware of their 5D.
The painful truth about our divinity and the journey that it requires is that we will leave people behind, we will hurt, cry, completely break from all we once were, different perspectives will be re-evaluated, emotions will be mountains, the past will be a sea. Constant work will also be a need, healing does not have a timeline, healing is like an onion, so many layers, and each brings out a different side of who you are.
On my vision board I added ‘travel’, and my first trip was to my beautiful Island Puerto Rico, it didn’t only feel good to stand on the soil that birth me, it also felt good to be myself, it was hard to find my center, because I haven’t traveled without my family for so long, so the mom instinct didn’t break until Saturday, as I stood on those two rocks ready and eager to jump, smiling because the adventurer in me had showed up, and was ready to get back to fun. Late Saturday as I got back to my accommodations, I started getting home sick, I did not understand why, but I realized that I missed home because after adventurer showed up, I needed familiarity, and it's not a bad thing, is actually a great thing, because small changes will have a bigger impact than big ones; As soon as I got home, I watered my plants and I meditated seeking balance.
I realized that right now, I like myself, right now I want to focus on myself, I want to give attention and love on myself and as selfish as that might sound, I cannot imagine being a great mom, a great daughter, a great friend without being great to Self. Throughout this journey, I keep going back to balance, balancing of my chakras, balancing of the love I give, the love I receive, the love I seek, the balance of serendipity and I might be far from done, but I love who this journey has awaken, she is perfectly imperfect, she is my divine feminine.
XOXO
Lucy
About the Creator
Lucinet Luna - The Author
I've written two books; I decided to keep my blog, because healing is like an onion and I want to see the process, I want to be able to come back and read about all these layers and feel as proud as I am right now.
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When I was 10, I broke a light bolt that my dad had asked me to replace in the bedroom; I was on a latter, he was right next to me, I am not sure why I got nervous and let the light bolt drop to his feet; dad was not the type to get mad and yell, he was the kind to carried me down while he looked for another bolt. He asked me if I wanted to try again and I said yes; I did it, I replace the bolt and cleaned the case while I was up there. Some time ago I wrote about Kintsugi, the art of the Japanese, the art of becoming independent, the art of trusting yourself to do all that needs to be done, at times with help and at times alone, but always to be done.
By Lucinet Luna - The Author 5 years ago in Motivation
How I earn $100 in a day
There was a time when earning $100 in a single day felt like a fantasy to me. Not a goal — a fantasy. I remember staring at my phone late at night, doing small mental calculations: If I earn $5 today and $10 tomorrow, maybe by the end of the month… Even those numbers weren’t guaranteed. Some days, nothing came in at all. And that silence — the absence of notifications, emails, or messages — was louder than failure. People online love to talk about success like it’s loud and shiny. For me, it was quiet. Heavy. Full of doubt. The day I earned $100 didn’t begin with excitement. It began like every other day: tired eyes, a slow morning, and a question I kept asking myself — Is this even worth it? What kept me going wasn’t motivation. It was necessity. I didn’t suddenly become smarter or more talented. I didn’t discover a secret website or a hidden trick. I simply stopped waiting for the “perfect” moment and started using what I already had. I offered small digital work. Simple things. Work that wouldn’t impress anyone on social media — but work that people genuinely needed. And I did it sincerely. That day, the first payment came in early. It wasn’t big. Just enough to remind me that someone trusted me with their money. That feeling mattered more than the amount. Later, while I was offline, something unexpected happened. A digital product I had created earlier — something I almost didn’t upload because I thought it wasn’t good enough — sold. Then it sold again. I stared at the screen for a few seconds, unsure whether to smile or stay calm. By evening, another small task came my way. Then one more. None of these moments felt dramatic. No fireworks. No victory music. Just quiet confirmations that effort, even imperfect effort, still counts. When I finally added everything together late at night, my heart paused. It crossed $100. I didn’t jump. I didn’t celebrate. I just sat there — still — because for the first time, the number felt real. What hit me hardest wasn’t the money. It was the realization that I had been underestimating myself for a long time. I believed earning like this was reserved for “others” — more confident people, more skilled people, luckier people. That belief was wrong. Earning $100 in a day didn’t change my life instantly. But it changed something inside me. It replaced doubt with proof. And proof is powerful. Now I understand something important: money doesn’t always come from doing big things. Sometimes it comes from doing small things consistently and with sincerity. Some days I still don’t reach $100. Some days are quiet again. But the fear is gone. Because once you know something is possible, it stops being a dream and starts being a process. I no longer wait for motivation. I work, even when I feel unsure. I trust that effort never disappears — it just takes time to show itself. If you’re reading this while feeling stuck, tired, or invisible, I want you to know something honestly: You’re not behind. You’re just early in your story. And one ordinary day — without warning — things can start to add up.
By Shah Fayaz 2 days ago in Motivation
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