I Couldn’t Find My Vibe Until I Realized, I Didn’t Have One.
Spoiler: It’s not that I have no vibe. It’s that I have ALL the vibes, depending on the day, the moon, and whether my coffee hits.
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You ever try to “rulebook” your way through life? Because, babes, I practically had a laminated manual. If it moved, I made a rule for it. I thought I could spreadsheet my life into submission, but turns out the universe doesn’t give a flying fuckleberry about my rules, and she absolutely adores chaos.
I figured if I just learned enough, made the rules, and followed them endlessly, life would be easy. Safe. Yet, the more rules I stacked up, the more life laughed, flipped me off, and just straight up yeeted those rules out the window.
Life isn’t a Pinterest mood board. It’s a glitter bomb, a dumpster fire, a perfectly brewed cup of tea you immediately spill down your shirt (isn’t it ironic?). One spectacularly messy summer, I finally realized: nothing is set in stone. Women are like the ocean. We ebb, we flow, we rage, we chill, we adapt and change like glorious lil chaos chameleons.
So I stopped fighting the current and started learning to ride the waves, even when they tried to drown me. After years of living the life everyone else expected, I stepped out of the box, and holy hell, it was like being reborn. Awkward, unsteady, weirdly exciting, like learning to walk in six-inch heels for the first time (10/10, do not recommend… The heels, not the box bit).
Suddenly, I was asking: who am I, really? Who do I want to be? Was I the girly girl? The witchy girl? The “don’t mess with me, I bite” girl? Or the vintage-book-hoarder, blanket-fort, introvert girl? Turns out, trying to pick just one was another damn box I put myself into. And it never fit, it never could, because I’m all of it. Sometimes all at once. And honestly? It’s so freaking beautiful once you see it. 🥹
That’s why the whole archetype thing hit me so hard. I’m not saying archetypes are a fix-all cure, but damn if they don’t help you see yourself. Every weird, magical, multi-layered part. It’s not about picking a box; it’s about realizing you’re the whole damn storage unit. The whole garden. The entire magical menagerie. When you see what you’re made of, who you’re made of, the energy you envelop…that, my sisters, is an incredibly empowering and life-altering thing.
So yes, Maiden Magick is a super fulfilling way to (I hope) live a comfortable life and leave something real for my children. But more than that, Maiden Magick, the archetypes, they’re the path that pulled me out of the box. After a life full of chaos, trauma, hurt, confusion, and fear, I STILL found my way. I stopped thinking I was one thing and started realizing I was… all the things.( 💅🏼) Making those parts real made it impossible not to love and appreciate them for all they are, and all they’ve contributed. And if I can plant even one tiny seed of empowerment in one woman today, if one woman out there reads this, recognizes herself in the mess, and feels seen, then I’ll ugly cry in the best way. Guaranteed.
So here’s your lil seed, babe: be all the things. Every archetype, every mood. Ride every wild and wobbly wave. And if you want to see what magic you’re made of, the door’s open. Come rage, rest, and reinvent with us.
♡ Elle Wood
