In an era where women undress their outfits & give their bodies so carelessly, become the rare wild woman that undresses her mind and soul & knows the worth of what she has to offer.
You can continue to cry over the same pain & complain about the same situations or you can expand your mind and you can grow. Maybe im not alone when I say, sometimes we all get a little confused and feel like we owe it to the people and places to try harder when in reality, most of the time lessons become lifelong if we don’t learn the art of peaceful detachment early in the game.
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…