I want to be the woman with cashmere sweaters and matching underwear, but I don’t want to be the woman who worries about about how much of her monthly salary she has left, who spends hours and hours wasting, scrolling through her 50+ open tabs trying to find that one thing that will elevate her life even for a little while.
Nothing calls without reason. It’s probably where you’re meant to be. When a place pulls at you, it’s not by accident, it’s your intuition guiding you home, even if just for a season.
Sometimes I say that I like to read novels for the most selfish of reasons: to entertain myself. But that’s not the whole truth. I read fiction because it’s way of rewriting myself. Over and over, I’ve recognized myself in fictional characters whose lives, on the surface, bear little resemblance to mine. Often that recognition surprises me, reveali... See more
journal at first to release, not to create, not to perform. through the honest outpouring of everything that hasn’t been said, creation and alchemy will occur. its a bit magical, you will see.