Hello beautiful souls! Thank you for visiting! 

Self- realization demands very great struggle.                                                                                                                                                               -Swami Sivananda 

“Oh no, not another emo blogger pouring her despair and agony all across the world wide net.” RELAX. I come in peace…literally. Consider this a journey, a voyage if you will. Filled with the good, bad, and all of the in between. An honest testimony.

First things first, my name is Angie Soul. No, it’s not made up. It’s a play on my real name, shortened- Angelique Soulet. I am 29 years old, and I’m pretty sure I have been experiencing an early mid-life crisis. Where nothing makes sense. Where nothing seems secure. Where everything is ridiculously uncomfortable, for no clear reason! But, here I am. Pushing the envelope of my limited comfort zone. Being completely vulnerable and raw with the rest of the world. But most importantly, with myself. I like to think of myself as the “Rise of the Phoenix.” I have crashed and burned miserably many times in my life. Yet, time and time again, I seem to come back even better than before. I pride myself on that type of resiliency. I often remind myself when I feel less than strong and brave. Admittedly, most times these reminders don’t come easy. After all, I am human.

So why Ang Meets Soul? Besides being a play on my government, and one of my favorite childhood shows “Boy Meets World,”(which I happen to think is VERY clever btw), it’s a coming of self-realization; self discovery. Becoming attuned to your divine soul. Your true self. Without hiding behind all the bullshit, you know? The stereotypes, the facades, the unrealistic expectations. ALL OF IT. I am SO TIRED of apologizing for the person I am. The less than favorable parts of me that I try to bury so deep, that at times I become unrecognizable to myself. But above all, I am tired of holding myself back because of my overwhelming fear of judgement. I’m not sure what it is…but it’s as if a fire has been lit under my ass. I feel propelled to step into the unknown. Time seems to be passing faster than usual. It feels as if…like, time is running out…maybe because soon I will no longer be a part of the 20’s club, who knows. Not to be all mystical and shit, but time really is a gift. I’m tired of wasting it. This is my WHY.

I want to speak love into others, to myself. I want other people to know that they are not alone. That it is okay to speak openly about their demons. That you do not have to hide or feel ashamed. That this is a judge free, open zone. A listening ear. A shoulder to cry on. I want everyone to know that the bad times are constant, but not permanent. It is sprinkled with beautiful, amazing moments that make you realize that despite it all, you are okay. You might even be…happy. Or blessed (figure that)! And if you haven’t reached happiness yet, you are well on your way there! I am proof of that. Stick with me.

Wishing all of my readers infinite love and positive vibes. Until next time.

Xo, Ang