Marisa Donnelly

I am not afraid to shed the skin that once was warm with your touch. The familiarity I wore like an extra layer—one, for the longest time, I was too stubborn to take off.

You question everything.

You don’t have to be at home or have a ‘home’ to feel the holiday spirit.

Let 2018 be the year you finally burn with passion—for the things you create, the work you do, the relationships you build or fall into.

You’ve failed.

What defines you is what you choose to be defined by.

I hope you fill yourself with light, become light, create light. I hope you love yourself with such passion and fierceness, the people around you have no choice but to match.

I will survive. We will all survive.

Love is not just a feeling. It is a choice, a decision, an action, a movement.

Sometimes lost love is a reminder. Of who we are. Of our worth.

I’m going to step forward in faith, with confidence, with hope that whatever I face I won’t have to face alone. Because with God in my heart, I won’t.

Shaping yourself into someone others might not quickly recognize.

God, be my rock. Be the one I turn to, rely on. Be the force I feel within my bones, powerful and electric. Be the energy in each cell, pulsing from my head to my feet, pushing me onward without fear.

you will feel me when I leave
like all the threads that hold you together
coming undone.

You have expectations—for yourself, for your future lover, for life—that you never had before.

Give me something raw and messy. Give me unedited. Give me imperfect. Give me us.

Right now, you have the ability to change—not what has happened to you, but where you go from here.

Capricorn: The gift of intention.