No response is a response. And it’s a powerful one. Remember that.
Breathing dreams like air.
And in the end, all I learned was how to be strong alone.
I accept who I have been but I really love who I am becoming.
We are what we repeatedly do.
I had a hen who could count her own egg. She was a mathemachicken.
The artist sees what others only catch a glimpse of.
Until the lion leans how to write, every story will glorify the hunter.
She silently stepped out of the race that she never wanted to be in, found her own lane and proceeded to win.
I’ve learned, through my own shit, that when you’re genuinely ready to be the woman that you want to be, for yourself, you’ll drop all of the excuses you once had, and start making the moves that you need to make to become her.