“All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.”
... after a long, dark time, something has shifted, which is usually what happens after long, dark times...
I’m Ok. I can breathe. I can breathe.
Every article of clothing I put on was judged harshly in that full length mirror in that tiny stateroom. Lots of big sighs in such a small space.
Just throw open the curtains. Your apartment is your home. Your home is in you and it’s magnificent. I promise.
After all, I have had an internal journey worthy of Odysseus.
"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” ― Kahlil Gibran
What if it’s the combination of our strengths and weaknesses that allows us to bring our gifts into this world?
Be yourself. As they say, everyone else is already taken.
I remembered that I am not my fear. I am more. I am what is past the fear.