In accepting, I release the struggle and float, therefore saving myself. 

I accept the good and the bad because without the bad, how would I ever measure just how good the good is?

The people who are meant to show up, will show up. You have to trust that. 

It was during my path towards writing when I started to let go of my old self.

People have a hard time getting it when you’re different.

I have a beautiful life, I thought to myself as I laid in stillness in the dark studio.

What a fool I was to believe you.

Those who matter won’t mind and those who do don’t matter.

I’m letting go of control. I’m learning how I simply cannot control everything that happens to me in life.

Your gentleness is going to change the world; it is the outer exhibition of your strength.