You have a right. To tell your story. To be heard. To be bold and fearless and unafraid.
Finding Your Voice
I’m still trying to figure out a way to soften my edges without losing my sharp. Still trying to slow the hell down without losing my ferocity.
You pretend that what you feel is love for so long that you trick your mind into thinking it is.
The world stands still for a moment. I’m taken aback by how comfortable I feel, almost as if I’m melting into this seat, even with the summer sun burning into my skin. I love the warmth. It reminds me of home.
The most magical thing about living your ideal life is the sheer fact that it likely will look nothing like what you thought it would.
Instead of finding my voice, I hope it finds me. I hope your voice finds you.
When you make the choice not to fight the currents of your feelings you allow them to take you where they need to and moving forward becomes a gentler process. Remember always to move at your own pace.
Love is not something a stranger could bring into your life. It is not something to wait to suddenly appear. Love is a path you decided to take.
I think that’s the reason I may have decided on teaching. Not because I want to stand in front of a classroom and have kids listen to me because they don’t have a choice; I want to make sure each and every one of those kids knows without a doubt that their voice is important.
This advice is tailored specially for you!