Letters to self

#throwbacktopurejoy

you were vulnerable and loving, giving and understanding. and the fact that you are all that is far more important than any outcome. I'm proud of how far you've come. 

the chips will fall where they may, and there is joy in seeing what happens. ultimately how worthy you are of love doesn't depend on whether others recognise it or not. 

so hold on to yourself and who you are. you are more than enough.  

The courage in facing your fears

You did a brave thing this week, you wrote a piece that you were afraid of writing and took a first step in putting it out there in the world. And it was hard and you stopped many times but you never gave up and you finished it. and you should be so proud of yourself for that.

is it perfect? no. can it be improved? sure. 

but perhaps one of the lessons to learn is also that you can't expect yourself to be perfect on your first try. and that the best thing about doing something you're afraid of and putting yourself out there is that you get the chance to improve and get better at something that is important to you.

So enjoy the sense of achievement, and let it continue to motivate you to get better at writing and to find your voice and be less afraid of taking a stance in this world. 

A love for all seasons

Fall

As we venture deeper into fall, the weather is getting colder and all I want to do is run off to a cabin in the woods; make fall foods - a hearty steak with roasted pumpkin and sauteed mushrooms, french onion soup and dark red wine. We'll eat and drink and soak in the warmth of the fireplace; share secrets and kisses and fall asleep in the heat of cozy blankets and each other. 

Winter

Let's run away to a place, where magic happens and the trees lead us to Narnia. And as the smoke rises from the chimney, we'll wear woolen socks and ugly sweaters; warm our hearts with love and fingers with hot cider. I want to dance with you to the cheesiest christmas songs, as the twinkling lights wink their approval. Make snow angels and have the fiercest snowball fights until our cheeks are flushed and kiss you so close I can see the flakes in your eyelashes. Hand in hand, we'll fall into each other, laughing, laughing, laughing. 

Spring

I want to run through sunflower fields with you. Have sex on rooftops, under the stars as we watch the city come to life again as the season turns and the warmth returns. I want to run through spring showers with you, and make love to you in the shower after. 

Summer

I want to swim with you in every body of water, dive into the depths of your skin, your lips, your eyes. dance around a bonfire, on the longest midsummer night, sending wishes with the sparks into the sky. We'll picnic in the sun; make jam from the berries in our orchards and fresh juice from the peaches.