A gentle reminder as we head into a new week. You matter! Despite what reasons popped into your head telling you it isn’t true or the but’s, if’s, when’s etc, despite the fact there are billions of other people on the planet right now, despite what you may have been told previously.. you matter, you matter, YOU MATTER! Exactly as and where you are in this moment! It’s not a mistake that you’re here right now! You’re important, worthy, enough and loved, so very loved!
What’s a goal you’re wanting to achieve this week? Mine is to practice gratitude in the shower every morning (I forgot today!) and to spend some time each day stretching and connecting to and with my body. Feel free to let me know yours below! 💖🌈🦄🔮🍄🌸🧠🥰🌿☀️👽🦕💜 p.s I have soo much art to share, it’s been pouring out lately! I’ve made a couple of screenshot posts too 😬🙌🏼 ...
I thought you might be sick of my face, so here's a sea eagle.
It's hard to write about how far I've come without acknowledging where I've come from. It's hard to even recall, I'm not sure if it's a coping mechanism or it's just simply impossible to remember such a dark part of yourself unless you're in it.
Whatever the case, In 3 years I've gone from one extreme to the other.
Its genuinely makes me sad that I couldn't see how happy I would become. It genuinely frightens me that there are people out there now that can't see how happy they can become either.
Ive gone from feeling useless and worthless, to feeling like I'm contributing to a cause that is outside of self-serving. And it feels fucking incredible to have hope. To have dreams and ideas and plans.... Every now and again, anxiety creeps in and says I'm out of my league, the dreams are too big, know your place. And maybe its true and i am out of league and the dreams are too big but shit, ive got a WHOLE life to work towards them, what else am i going to do with my time? I've got this gift of a second chance and I pray that I honor it. ...