Love Letters

Monday Love

Hello sweetness.

I’m looking at a card on my desk. It’s an image of a mermaid. The words read: “shit doesn’t have to make sense”.

There it is. Permission . To be, feel, desire whatever is present in you right now.

It’s the right way to be, feel, desire.

Shit doesn’t have to make sense.

This is the gift I gave myself for my birthday this year. (It was last week – yep, a Virgo. Go figure.)

And now, I’m offering it to you.

Enjoy. Milk it. Appreciate the hell out of it.

Recognize the truth. You are not wrong.

Far from it.

And sometime, in the not too distant future, you will see that it’s true. And smile. Cause it feels so good to trust yourself.

Xo

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