She was a gypsy, as soon as you unravelled the many layers to her wild spirit she was on her next quest to discover her magic. She was relentless like that, the woman didn’t need no body but an open road, a pen and a couple of sunsets.
Isn’t it interesting how much we dislike the days that allow us to enjoy our weekends? The days that pay. If you don’t like Monday’s, you’re not living your authentic life! You’re in the wrong job! What do you really want to do with your life…?
Embracing your authentic self is medicine for the soul.
When you are your authentic self, you fulfill the possibilities that dwell inside your soul.
Consider the fact that maybe…just maybe…beauty and worth aren’t found in a makeup bottle, or a salon-fresh hairstyle, or a fabulous outfit. Maybe our sparkle comes from somewhere deeper inside, somewhere so pure and authentic and REAL, it doesn’t need gloss or polish or glitter to shine.
…when you’re broken, everything gets a little honester – you make mistakes and don’t give a damn – you give up on perfection, but get real…
Better to be a diamond in the rough, than a polished fake in denial.
…when someone is honest and vulnerable, they wring my heart – I want to hug them for being real…
Anyone can possess, anyone can profess, but it is an altogether different thing to confess.
When you are authentic without an intent to harm others, you give yourself an awesome feeling which is the feeling of self-love.