You’re never too old to wish upon a star.
The place to begin is exactly where you are.
Exactly where you are.
How stunningly, breathtaking beautiful you are.
Right here. Right now.
Take a moment to let that sink in.
Maybe even wonder what it means.
Me, stunningly, breathtaking beautiful?
Could that be?
Could it be the very breath that fills my body,
tantalizes my cells, whispers sweet nothings from my deepest
inner being, can see me? The real me?
The breath that whispers to me of my incandescence and grit.
The breath that bears witness to all and smiles at me always with kindness, and sometimes with a hint of mischief.
Could it be?