Maybe One Day We’ll Remember To Be Kind
Maybe we’ve forgotten that the mysteries of our existence can be unraveled and enjoyed in tandem with other beating hearts.
Maybe we’ve forgotten that the mysteries of our existence can be unraveled and enjoyed in tandem with other beating hearts.
I get that you need my attention. I see you and you make me barf.
I understand that you need stuff. You need stuff to live, feel good about yourself, and impress other people occasionally. I get it.
A mature person shifts their locus of control inside. They take responsibility for their actions and the resulting consequences. They don’t blame other people and own their shortcomings.
Real self-love is much, much deeper and profound than surface-level stuff.
Trust me, when I say that inspiration found is the most magical feeling in the world.
Let it kill you and bring you back to life.
To my girls who express themselves and speak their mind, who say what they feel, and wear their hearts on their sleeves, don’t change. The world needs your earnest authenticity and creativity.
You need to get over your past, and you need to get out of your own way.
They don’t care about superficial things like what you wear, how you look or how much money you make. They care about your heart, the life it has experienced, and the stories it has to tell.