Respect yourself enough to

walk away from anything

that no longer

serves you,

grows you,

or makes you happy.

I’ve been there, done that. Honestly. I was in a relationship that was “comfortable” for seven years, but it did not make me happy, nor fulfill me in ways I needed to be. I was scared of change, scared to be alone, terrified to try and be strong. But it was worth it. Now I wish I’d left much sooner than I did.

But it doesn’t mean I’m better than you, or smarter. It means it’s hard to let go, and I understand, and I want you to know that. No matter what you’re going through, letting go is hard. Getting out of your comfort zone is hard.

Psychology says,

always go with the choice that scares you

the most,

because that’s the one

that is going to help you


This is absolutely true. How do you expect to learn, grow, experience love and beauty, if you’re never moving forward, trying to stay “safe”? Be a gypsy. Be free. Don’t be afraid of love. Find the one you love and let them burn you. Find what you love and let it kill you. Embrace the fact you wear your heart on your sleeve. Fall in love with yourself. Fall in love with the way you fall in love with everything and everyone so easily, with the way your eyes sparkle when you smile, and with the way you absorb your entire being into a truly mesmerizing piece of literature.

I may not be able to be there physically to love you, to help you find yourself, as much as I’d love to do that, but I’m here in spirit, in mind and soul. No one should let you ever feel the way you do. I’d create for you a life you’d need not escape from, hide from, if I could. I’d catapult encouragement, affirmations, and affection at you until you were forced to the realization that you are a galaxy of unimaginable exquisiteness, and never again let you believe you are anything less.