27 years young.
There is something youthful about turning a year older. Becoming more present of the body listening to it’s wants and needs. No longer ignoring it and poisoning it.
Becoming a lover of the self caring for the being within, no longer dwelling in the past but being in the moment.
Learning from mistakes, and knowing what you want and what you don’t want.
No longer living in shame for not being who they wanted you to be. No longer living in guilt for what you’ve done.
But living in light, knowing that life is full of surprises. Life has it’s up’s and down’s but it doesn’t have to determine the peace you feel inside.
Feeling peace. Feeling grateful.
Here’s too another year*








