A love letter to myself

I wrote this yesterday. It was a love letter to myself with words I needed to hear. I wasn't going to post- it was too raw, to out of context, too much.  Then I laughed because that's all a contradiction. So posting now to release my fears and live my intention toward my own growth... Continue Reading →

On Aging

...each line on my brow a question mark, each ache in my hips as I get out of bed a lesson, and each crick in my neck a reminder of all I have endured and possibly can’t let go of.

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