To The Girl I Once Was,
You do enough.
You are enough.
Trust your gut.
You don’t have to be friends with everyone.
You’re right to be wary of some people.
Others’ words wound because they are wounded.
Love them anyway.
Not everyone will think you are enough.
Love them anyway.
Do your best.
It’s the only way you’ll discover what you can do.
Cry on a shoulder once in a while.
Admit your hurts.
Admit your failures.
Trust the Universe.
Have unshakable Faith.
Anything in the world can be yours.
Do it all.
In those times keep moving.
At others be still.
Marvel at everything.
Love thy neighbour.
Like what you like.
Don’t try to be like them.
Don’t take advice from others unless they truly have what you are seeking.
People will talk; don’t be a part of it.
Be so excited about life you forget your fears.
Trust, even if you get hurt.
You always had it all.
We are all just at different stages of learning.
It’s okay to be shy and unsure.
You’ll get your chance to shine.
Don’t forget you reap what you sow.
Find your rhythm with the Mother.
Slow dance once in a while.
Flow don’t force, anything.
Your honour is everything.
Sometimes you’ll hurt.
More than you can ever imagine.
You will heal.
Be kinder still.
Help others heal.
Start with listening.
End with listening.
Holding space takes practice.
It’s okay to be private.
Know when to share more.
Your ideals are beautiful, but ideals box you in.
Don’t Ever box yourself in.
Reality is so much better.
Let it leave space for more.
Don’t think too long.
Jump in or move on.
There is no such thing as time.
Life sure flies though.
There’s so much to do.
There’s always more to learn.
You will be excited again.
New adventures await you.
You are dying, it started on the day you were born. Embrace it and let it drive you.
Talk to your angels.
They are here to help, relish it.
You are heard and supported.
You are loved more than you will ever comprehend.
Try, before it’s too late.
Curiousity never killed anything, but I am sure boredom and apprehension did.
You are an awesome miracle every second of every day.
Your worst is someones else’s best. Your best is someone else’s worst.
You can’t be good at everything. But you can try.
If it’s not fun or rewarding, move on.
Learn to play that instrument, that sport, that anything. Life will get easier with practice, but some things will certainly get harder.
Youth is for the young. Being older is so much better. Look forward to That.
Older is not always wiser, and youth not always ignorant.
Respect everyone, simple.
Sometimes you’ll think you’re right.
Sometimes you will be, (so what)!
Life is meant to be challenging, if it wasn’t everyone would do it.
Ask for help!
Still don’t get it? Ask again.
You’ll never be as young and beautiful as you are right now. Celebrate That.
Don’t act the way people expect you to be- Don’t act at all.
Famous does not equal happy.
Happiness is cultivated, it does not simply arrive on your doorstep.
It’s just as spectacular and freeing as you imagine. Only better.
Don’t buy into the hype.
Life is a game, don’t be the uptight competitive guy that forgets about the fun.
Your choices help change the world.
There is no other you.
But people will still swear you have a doppelganger somewhere.
We are more similar than we are different.
You are still unique.
Life is a paradox.
Embrace the contradiction.
Good food and company will leave you feeling good.
(Unfortunately), the opposite is also true.
You define You.
Write the best story ever.
Choose your support cast wisely.
Family are the best. You already chose them. You’ll be grateful one day.
Imagine that now.
You know that guru you wanted, it is the Universe/God/Source, and is a part of You.
You can’t go back, clean up messes quickly.
Be honest, be sorry, be unafraid. Be Love. This moment will pass. Some people will be lost to you.
Things aren’t always what they seem.
Sometimes they are exactly as they seem. This is sometimes worse.
The world needs you.
You can make a difference.
You already have.
Ripples travel farther than a roaring wave.
Tv really does rot your brain.
WE GOT THIS.
Boxes. I never liked them. The idea of them, the containment. In my younger days I never boxed myself into one career, one relationship, one place to live. And yet a friend recently told me that the teddy I had given her son was a Dancer because I was a Dancer, full stop. Each teddy he received was to have the profession of its’ giver. It’s a sweet concept, and very thoughtful, but I may’ve laughed out loud. Not only am I no longer a Dancer, the idea that in this life I had been assigned one identity based on a period of my life seemed bizarre to me. Soon I will be a Mama, (note- I originally wrote this at the end of pregnancy, yes it’s taken me this long post this) and will likely be known as a Mama, maybe ‘just’ a Mama and it will be the greatest honour. Most of our new friends don’t know I was a Dancer, because I don’t share unnecessarily, and don’t feel the need to often visit days past. I also know I am so much more than that. I am a student, an eternal one at that. I am a writer, I am a philosopher. I am a teacher. I am healer, and I am a counsellor. I am a painter, and I am a singer. I am a musician. I am a magician. I am a leader, and I am a follower. I am a pioneer, I am a warrior. I am a ninja, I am a fighter, but I am a Lover too. I am a cook, I am a cleaner. I am a housewife. I am a master planner and organiser. I am a treasurer. I am a saint, I am a sage, I am naive. I am a beginner. I am wise and I am childish. I am all of these things and so, so, so much more. Maybe I was meant to be flattered by my own title, you see I could’ve been a cashier, which of course I have been. But little would it matter because I would still be all of these things, and more. I am a Goddess And I am eternal. Labels just don’t fit me anymore.
You only know a part of me. I am a Universe full of secrets.