I am an advocate for not settling in any aspect of your life, but who you love and spend your time and energy with plays
Who was I to believe I could write? Who was I to think I could share untold stories and create glorious moments that I had yet to endure?
Over the years, I’ve watched myself transform into someone who is more loving, caring, and compassionate. I’ve watched myself learn and heal, ask questions and
Written 3/18/20 — on day 6 of quarantine The madness, we feel it, but we are in the dark, unsure of the depth of terror
There’s a story of triumph, tears, let downs, and ultimately rejection; there’s a story of no’s and not yet’s.
I now know that I don’t have to be who I’ve always been, and I can heal wounds, forgive myself, and move forward.
It’s inspired me to learn, to seek to understand, to hear, to observe, and to ask questions.
In a matter of months, my life has been twisted upside down and turned sideways, and yet, it has me feeling more at home with myself and fuller than before.
I could see the beauty in each flawed friend I had— I took note that we all have our quirks, and questionable characteristics, but the ones who are the most peculiar, most far fetched often need the most love.
Don’t worry so much about being something you’re not, the best thing you can be is you, as they say, “ be yourself, everyone else is already taken” So continue to see the badass that you are. Cheers to being REALLY, shockingly SPECIAL!