Remembering My Passions
I keep forgetting about all the little things that make me whole.
Taking macros of flowers, drawing on a napkin when there’s no paper around, feeling mist on my face from crashing waves, crunching sticks as I explore in the woods, watching clouds drift across the sky and comparing notes on which animals we see, sipping kombucha on a rooftop with a good playlist going.
I’m remembering these little pieces that make me whole. I feel like as the trees are starting to bud and come alive, I’m letting my personality flourish in the same way. I had the fortune to meet up with Nick and do just that at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden last week. We discussed his podcast, Typed Out. which discusses LGBTQ issues among other things, inclusion, acceptance, and understanding one’s role in the universe. It was a very healing time, to be honest.
Sometimes as adults we forget what we love—we feel like the magic has died. It’s important to remind ourselves in these moments that we are in charge of our own realities, we can choose what to believe, and honestly project our thoughts into real situations, accomplishing anything we desire.
Affirmations and positive self-talk can do wonders. If you need some insight into this world, please please please take a read of my favorite book. It might change your life. Don’t ever forget the power you hold in yourself. I’ll leave you on a quote by Jen Sincero that really resonates with me: