Celebrate your bad decisions, you holy and wholly fumbling human. You brilliant fuckup. You with this life built from the wreckage of an endless string of choices you likely never should have made. Because somehow here you still are, undeniably a maker of the most...
Forgive yourself for the fuckups. Be gentle with yourself when you get messy. Remember to take care of you. All your tender and achy parts. You still deserve an exquisite sort of compassion. The kind that originates from the center of your own warrior heart.
You are a work of art in continuous progress.Quit judging yourself for not being finished yet (hint: it doesn’t work that way, love).Not with art. Not with healing. Not in relationships. Not in work or passion or love. Not anywhere in the complex and...