I’ve always admired extraordinary women—the ones who seem to have lived several lives, chased countless dreams, and collected accomplishments along the way. But recently, I realized something: I’ve never looked at my own life with the same generosity. Maybe the difference isn’t what we’ve accomplished, but the way we choose to see our own stories.

I think about you when I put on socks. But that’s an improvement...

A cosmic ocean of energy - All souls rolled into one – The sea from which we come from And return when we are done. For just as a glass...