I hope that your love walks tall with your heart on their sleeve.
We must be willing to risk broken hearts, empty bank accounts, white knuckles, and bruised knees.
Don’t tell me about how you plan on walking in the footsteps of your parents. Tell me of how you walk in this world. Who you are intimidated by. What gifts you bring. What you see in others as a reflection of you.
There is a difference between wanting abundance and choosing it.
Sometimes we can’t cross the ocean between two souls, love won’t fix your resistance to having childrenyour desire to not be married, love can’t thrive if you are travelling the world and they don’t understand your thirst.
We can’t grow when we stay at home, keep our paintings in the closet, our music in our headphones, our curiosities in our own hearts.