Good morning my dearest one,

Today I give you permission to drop the story (whatever words are running around in your head right now, say yes and let them go).

Drop the performance (the need to be funny, clever, smart, graceful, good to be seen. You are enough exactly as you are, right here, right now.  I see you and none of those words can begin to describe the breathtaking beauty you are.

Breathe.

Now proceed with your day, knowing I’ll be whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Like the bird song. Every little things gonna be alright.

Xo