Still waters are always the sign of something deep(er).
Too many of us get into the habit of holding our breath to hide ourselves.
What happens when we stop holding and start breathing?
Instead of always making room for improvement, perhaps one should just enjoy the space you occupy
Once, I was blind. Now, I see.
Some times the way to fall in love again is to leave the thing behind you.
Using this time of year as an opportunity to forgive, to forget, and to let it all pass over.
A year ago you couldn’t have promised me I would be sitting in Bermuda with the bestie, vodka OJ in hand, and happy.