There comes a time in every woman’s life when the whispers get louder. The gentle nudges that tell us, “You were never meant to fit into a life that feels too small for your soul.” Maybe it’s a glance in the mirror that lingers a little longer. Maybe it’s a moment of stillness when everything goes quiet and you realise how heavy you’ve been carrying things. Not just the day, or the schedule, or the children—but the self-doubt, the old habits, the subtle addictions to perfection, busyness, comparison, and control.
To be unashamedly human is not a goal. It’s a homecoming. It’s the soft exhale after years of holding your breath. It’s allowing yourself to feel what you feel, need what you need, and want what you want without apology. It’s a reclamation. Of voice. Of body. Of truth.
I remember how confident I looked on the outside—heels clicking down polished corridors, boardroom-ready with lipstick perfectly in place, holding my own in a male-dominated corporate world. I wore that confidence like armour. People used to tell me how strong I was, how inspiring. And part of me believed them. But underneath it all, I was paddling furiously like a swan—serene on the surface, but working myself into exhaustion just to stay afloat. Imposter syndrome lived in my bones. No matter what I achieved, it never felt like enough. I was always bracing for the moment someone would find out I wasn’t quite who they thought I was.
It wasn’t until I stumbled across the Three Principles—and later, other spiritual teachings that echoed their quiet, grounding truth—that something in me began to soften. The noise in my head that had always sounded like fact was suddenly seen for what it was: thought. Temporary. Shifting. Harmless. I began to realise that my value didn’t come from proving myself or perfecting my image. It was intrinsic. Unchangeable. Mine by birthright.
And in that realisation, my life began to change. I didn’t need to be the best in the room to belong. I didn’t need to keep saying yes to stay loved. I didn’t need to hold myself together so tightly. I just needed to be present. Awake. Willing to trust the deeper wisdom that had always been there beneath the noise.
Letting go of the doubts that have been whispered through generations is brave work. Doubts that told our mothers to stay silent. That told our grandmothers to settle. That told us, in subtle ways, that our worth is earned through sacrifice. These doubts don’t belong to us. They are borrowed. Passed down. And we get to be the ones who choose differently. Who lay them down, thank them for their service, and walk forward lighter.
And those habits we cling to—scrolling, numbing, people-pleasing, overachieving—they are not flaws. They are strategies. Clever, unconscious ways we’ve learned to cope with an aching world. But coping isn’t the same as living. And we deserve more than just surviving.
When we loosen the grip of what no longer serves us, something miraculous happens. We create space. Space for breath, for connection, for joy. Space to remember that we are not broken—we are becoming. And thriving doesn’t look like perfection. It looks like peace. It looks like waking up and feeling at home in your skin. It looks like soft mornings and deep laughter. It looks like setting boundaries and allowing pleasure. It looks like meeting life on your terms, not through the lens of who you think you should be, but through the heart of who you truly are.
You don’t have to earn your worth. You don’t have to hustle for belonging. You are allowed to be fully, fiercely, beautifully human.
And that is more than enough.
And while we’re talking about becoming, I wanted to share a little something with you. I’ve been quietly working behind the scenes on a fresh update of the Unashamedly Human School—a space that has meant so much to me, and to so many of you.
To make room for what’s next, the school will be temporarily closing its doors for a couple of weeks as we weave in all the new magic. It’ll be back soon, refreshed, reimagined, and ready to make an even bigger difference in your life.
Watch this space for more details coming very soon.
You are always welcome here.
love always, Jacquie
