If I can be honest, the last few weeks have felt very heavy recently. My mind and my heart are caught in a constant tug-of-war over where I want to be and where I am now.
Perhaps you often feel this way. You have a vision for what you want your life to look like. You have the dream, the calling, the book or business on your heart. But you just have no clue how you’re going to get there.
The heaviness sinks in and you start to hear the same thoughts on repeat:
‘I’m not good enough.’
‘I’m never going to get to where I want to go.’
‘Other people are better are doing better than me.’
‘I freaking suck.’
You know this cesspool of negativity isn’t going to help you get anywhere, but sometimes you just want to wallow.
As an Enneagram 4, wallowing in my feelings is my favourite past time. All I’ve felt like doing is feel everything, stay in bed, and binge watch everything on Disney+.
But yesterday, my mentor and work wife took me out for the day and gave me the pep talk to end all pep talks. It helped spark a glimmer of hope that was lying dormant under all the heaviness. It forced me to confront some lies I’d been believing and start the process of re-writing the stories I often tell myself.
There’s a time to feel the feelings, and there’s a time to buck up and get moving. It’s not my place to tell you when it’s the right time to do either of them. If you’re anything like me, you’d probably hate anyone who tells you to ‘cheer up’ when you’re still marinating in your feelings.
But when you feel ready to stop listening to your feelings and start taking action instead, this pep talk will always be here to help get you back on your feet.
I think we should always pass on the wisdom that’s been bestowed onto us. So here are some of the words I want to pass onto you, sweet reader.
001. You’re better than you think
Chances are, you don’t suck. There’s probably someone who’s looking at you from afar and wishing they’ve accomplished half the things you have. You may not be the best, but that doesn’t mean you can’t use the skills, gifts, and talents you have to contribute to the world. Give yourself credit for the things you’ve done and remember that there’s always someone who’s ready to receive what you have to offer.
002. Own the person you want to become
If you want to be a writer, own it. If you want to be known for empowering other women to love their bodies, own the heck out of that. It’s easy to get discouraged when other people raise their eyebrows skeptically when you tell them what you want to do. I feel like bursting into tears anytime someone questions what I’m going to do now that I’m so close to finishing my law degree. But honestly, it shouldn’t matter what other people think about you or your craft.
“If you believe you can make it happen, it will. If you’re plagued with self-doubt and keep telling yourself you suck…then I’m sorry but it probably won’t happen,” said my mentor.
003. You’re doing ok
Even though you’re not where you want to be, you’re ok.
Even though it feels like everyone else is running laps around you, you’re ok.
There’s nothing wrong with you that’s stopping you from reaching your goals. You’re not missing vital pieces. Other people weren’t giving a page of a guidebook that you feel like you’ve lost.
You’re on your own path and kicking your own goals that were uniquely created for you. Other people may be called to lead and inspire and encourage over there. But you’re meant to lead, serve, and inspire just where you are. It doesn’t feel like a gift in this very moment. But I can promise you, it is.
Keep going, sweet reader. I see you, I believe in you, and I’m always fiercely cheering on for you.
This was originally published on Windrose Magazine Blog. I felt all sorts of angsty after I published my last piece and got caught up in what other people were thinking that I completely missed the point of this page in the first place. So here’s a reminder that we shouldn’t worship other people’s
Last year, I was given the opportunity to co-start a mental health initiative and grow its influence. This one small project birthed in me a greater passion to create my own platform and share my own messy stories to help others know their worth. I wish I could say I immediately started hustling to bring this vision to life. Instead, I spent hours upon hours lying in bed watching ‘Worst X-Factor Auditions.’
You see, I knew I had the potential to create something impactful. I’ve fought through my own darkness and have sat with enough friends in the thick of their mess to know that there is a whole army of people who need to know they are not hopeless. But whenever I took any steps to bring it to reality, I would get shut down by fear and sent back to the depths of YouTube.
Fear crops up all over our lives wearing different disguises
to keep us distracted and stuck in one place. He showed up when I contemplated
setting up the website. He banged on my door when I wanted to publish my first
words to the world. He came and knocked me over when it was time to be
vulnerable and tell more people about my craft. Sometimes he appeared as a fear
of failure and other times as fear of rejection. But his favourite way to stop
me in my tracks is to breed in me the fear of what other people think.
I’ve legitimately been paralysed
from moving forward because of the things people have said about me. I’ve kept
passions and desires to myself because others might say it’s ‘silly’ or I
wasn’t ‘qualified.’ There have been days when I’ve been too afraid to speak up
because of potential ‘backlash,’ and months where I’ve ended up alone because
I’d stood up for my values. There are stories I’ve held tightly to my chest,
and opportunities I’ve turned down because it would mean exposing more of my
life to the public and what ‘they’ think. I could spend hours writing about the
loss of support and all the heaviness I’ve felt from carrying around the things
people have said about me like stones in a backpack.
It wasn’t until I was
listening to my friend share her story that it all clicked for me. With
steaming mugs of chai in our hands and a half-eaten brownie sitting between us,
she told me how people used to mock her on the bus because she didn’t fit in.
How her teacher’s ‘advice’ was not to bother re- taking her exams because she
probably get better. How no one thought she would ever clean up her act enough
to get a decent job and out of the mess she was stuck in.
“But you know what?” she told
me, a smile spreading across her face. “Two years ago, I was awarded a prize
for being the number one student in Journalism. I’m launching, not one, but two
businesses in the summer. And I’m getting married in three months. I didn’t let other people’s opinions define
me, and now look where I am.”
Maybe you have a history of people putting you down. Maybe
your story is full of characters who treat gossiping like an Olympic sport.
Maybe you’ve let other people convince you to stay small. Perhaps you received
one snarky comment and ever since then you’ve been too afraid to tell the world
about your craft.
Here’s the kicker: you get to choose who influences your life. You choose whose voice you listen to and whose opinions carry the most weight. Everyone will have something to say. Some people will declare it with love. Others will speak in hushed whispers intending to keep you small. Either way, you decide if you’ll let it hold you back.
The beautiful yet frustrating thing about us humans is how inconsistent we can be. Our opinions are malleable and can change from one day to the next. I can know someone for years and not feel any spark, but one day I can look up and it all changes. Because people only have a one-dimensional view of who you are. They see you through the lens of whatever experiences they’ve had and whatever baggage they’re holding on to. We’d forever be running a losing race if we tried to stay ahead of other people’s thoughts. You could do everything ‘right’ and say everything ‘right,’ and someone will still find a reason to have a problem with you.
But here’s what will never change:
You – beautifully complex you – are not defined by people’s
You – who are worth more than diamonds and called to be a
light- are not meant to stay small.
You- who are sometimes a little messy and hasn’t got life
figured out yet- are more than the one-dimensional
perspective others have of you.
Irrespective of who thinks you’re ‘good enough,’ or ‘smart
enough’ or only a solid ‘6/10,’ it shouldn’t stop you from going after what you
It would be a great disservice to the world and
to the God who created you if you hid parts of yourself away because you were
scared of what people think.
So pursue your calling. Apply for the job. Post the photo.
Tell your story. Don’t let the fear of other people’s judgement rob you from
doing what you love. We only get this short little life to live. It would break
your heart if you never stood up and moved forward because you were worried of
what other people would say.
We don’t get to control many things in life. But we do get
to control this.
I woke up early today intending to write a post that would speak to your needs, only to still have a blank page at 9am. Ideas were swarming around but nothing was sticking.
Some days call for flowy words and beautiful metaphors to
remind us to stay hopeful. And some days, we just need someone to tell us the
truth without any fluff.
I promise to validate the heck out of your emotions on every
other post, but today I’m just going to give you the reminders you didn’t even
know you needed.
Stop waiting for permission and just do the damn thing. I ‘ummed
and aahed’ for so long before I ever considered forging my own path and
publishing something online. I asked for 10 different people’s opinions and
still kept procrastinating on my vision before I ever took action. If you keep
waiting for support, you’re going to get left behind by the people who aren’t looking
for a pat on the back. Understand that not everyone is going to support you
100% because it may seem completely left field, but other people’s opinions shouldn’t
be the reason why you give up. Stop asking and start doing.
You don’t need their approval.
Whoever’s face flashed into your mind as you read that- that’s
the person you need to stop begging for acceptance. Bending over backwards and
changing yourself to gain their approval isn’t serving anyone at all. One day,
you may gain their respect, or you may not. Either way, their opinion of you doesn’t
detract from your worth or the impact you have. You are a light and lights don’t stay hidden.
Speaking of staying hidden, stop downplaying your gifts. Stop
hiding what you really want to do because
it contradicts with your current path or because you’re scared no one will get
it. I used to speak about my writing in hushed tones and only tell people about
it in parking lots like a shady drug deal. But all I was doing was just making myself
smaller. Be bold and unapologetic about the things that give you life and make
you get up in the morning.
If you don’t actually know what lights you up or what you
want to do in life, that’s fine. The majority of adults are still trying to
figure it out. I always wanted my life’s calling to be handed to me in a manual
with all the instructions intact. But where’s the fun in that? It’s in the
uncertainty and the confusion that you unexpectedly find what you’re looking
For anyone that’s currently
wandering aimlessly in a fog and confused about the direction their life is
going, trust me when I say that the fog is a good thing. It’s the first step to
making a breakthrough. The fog forces you to ask if you really like the
direction you’re headed or if you’re just following someone else’s journey. Perhaps this is the opportunity you’ve always needed to chart a new course
You need to stop thinking it’s the end of the world when you
fail or when someone rejects you. Failure gives you stories to tell during an
awkward silence at a dinner party, and rejection literally saves you from
settling. It’s a time saver, not a time waster.
One of the bittersweet parts
of life is that we don’t get to keep the people that come into our lives.
I read somewhere that the people in the Pilot episode of our sitcom, won’t
necessarily be there in the season finale. And I think that’s a beautiful
picture. People come and go, but the next season always brings in new
characters to support the protagonist. When someone leaves, let them go with
the blessing that they now get a chance to impact somebody else’s life.
Savour the humble beginnings. Relish the seasons when no one
is watching you or expecting you to keep performing. It may hurt when you look
at how much traction others have gained while you’ve only taken two steps. But
you have no idea what’s happening behind the scenes of their story. Just stay
faithful to what you have and keep showing up to your craft and your journey. The
rest will fall into place.
Stop finding reasons to run away. One day, the thing you’ve
been waiting for will grace your doorstep. For once, it’ll be nearly everything
you’ve asked for, and it’ll be so unexpected that it may take a while for your
feelings to catch up. Your knee jerk reaction will be to nitpick at flaws till
you find a reason to end it. But know that beautiful things take time to unfold
and that applies to your feelings as well. Savour the slow burn and trust the
Speaking of feelings- you’re allowed to have them. So many
people go about life desperately trying to hide the fact that they feel
anything but happy and joyful. Your painful feelings are just as valid and
nothing to be ashamed of. It’s tempting to want to fast forward through the
achy breaky parts of your life. If the remote from the movie Click was real, I’d
buy it in a heartbeat to skip the emotionally turbulent times. But the painful
stuff increases your sensitivity for all the beautiful feelings as well. It
widens your capacity for love. It breeds in you a deep compassion, astounding
empathy for the hurting ones and an appreciation for who you are when you’re on
You are worthy of good things. I know it’s easy to look at
other people and believe that beautiful moments are only reserved for everyone
else but you. But that’s not true. Your story may look a little different and
it may not be what you expect, but how boring would it be if we all received
the same things at the same time. Just hold on. Good things are coming for you
Know that you’re not powerful enough to ruin the plans for
your life. But you are powerful enough to persist through each day
and keep walking even when it’s dark and foggy. You’re powerful enough to give
yourself a fresh start any day you want.
Above all, know that there’s nothing wrong with you. The
world will try and magnify your flaws, but your life can either be all about
fixing yourself or serving others well.
You were not born with missing parts and attached to a label
that says ‘defective.’ No. You are utterly unique and created for a purpose.
Encouraging you always,
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It’s been a month and a bit since I’ve started consistently posting on Wednesday’s and actually telling people about it. I know I keep counting the weeks, but it’s just astounding to me that I’m still here. It’s astounding to me because I’m always plagued with discouragement and wonder if my stories are really worth following along.
Although- that’s not true.
I know there are people reading who benefit from this more
than I ever hoped.
On New Year’s Eve, two beautiful souls gifted me a framed
collage made up of all the thoughts and feelings people felt after reading this
corner of the internet. In the early hours of the 1st of January, I read
the compilation of love letters people had written to me to say that they could
feel the depth of emotion in my words, and they felt seen and understood. It
was the most thoughtful gift I’d ever received, and a tangible expression of
the impact I’d always hoped to have. At the start of a new year, I felt
empowered, celebrated and motivated to keep going.
But only for two
The next time I had to sit in front of a blank page and
figure out what to write for that week, I felt anxious again. I would get high-key stressed about sewing
parts of my heart onto the page and putting it out to the universe, only for
people not to care or show up. The same thoughts
would run around my mind, like a tortured hamster who was forced to stay on his
wheel, and I would wonder if it would really be a big deal if I just stopped
showing up to the page.
Often, in the midst of angst, uncertainty and yet another
existential crisis, the help we need comes from unexpected sources. Kindred
spirits are conjured up from thin air. The hope you needed to keep going may be
found in a blogpost you might not ordinarily read but felt compelled to anyway.
People and words have always been the balm that helps soothe
my wounds, and I’m a sucker for calling a bunch of people when I need help
wading through my emotional mess. So is it really a surprise that on the brink
of giving up I would meet someone who encapsulated both of those things?
As someone who used to be fluent in the art of losing
people, I’m astounded by the way God crosses our paths with the ones who help
us unravel our jumbled thoughts.
We met quite by accident.
While I was waiting on the phone to vent and cry to someone
else, he picked up instead. He was one of those rare, old souls that knew how
to help you wade through the swamp of your emotions, but also knew how to call
out the good things he could see in you. I would call him a guardian angel, but
I’ve learnt it’s irresponsible to place other fallible humans on a pedestal to
be worshipped. So maybe we’ll just call him a friend.
When the anxious thoughts began to invade my mind and crush
my chest, I called him again to ask what I should do. I regurgitated the same
thoughts about feeling discouraged and waited for him to drip feed me all his comforting
Instead, he asked “How
many people is it going to take for you to believe in yourself?”
Have you ever wanted to punch someone in the face because
you know they’re right, but you also don’t want to hear it?
All we could hear was
the fuzziness of the phone line as I let the implication of his words sink in.
How many messages will
it take for you to feel good?
How many people have
to validate you before you feel legit?
How much affirmation
and confirmation do you need to fill the holes in your Swiss Cheese heart?
“I guess it’s just easier for me to fall back on the narrative
that I’m not going to succeed and that this isn’t going to be worth it,” I
explained to him.
“So…it’s easier for you to not believe in yourself than it
is to challenge yourself?” He said wryly.
Again, I resisted the urge to hang up the phone.
“Yes…” my voice trailed off as I contemplated the absurdity
of that sentence.
And it is absurd.
I would shake the shoulders and metaphorically slap any
loved one who told me that they didn’t believe enough in themselves to keep persevering.
I’d give all the pep talks, hold them accountable and make sure they were
implementing the baby steps that would get them off their butt and moving
It’s easy to push other people out of their comfort zone,
but when it comes to us, we’d rather cover our ears and stay comfortable.
I am the Queen of staying comfortable. I bet you are too. We
crave comfort so much that we’d rather stay snuggled under the blanket of thoughts
that tell us we aren’t good enough, this isn’t going to work or it’s too damn
hard, because we think it’s going to keep us safe and warm.
Except it’s not.
If you dared open your eyes and take a good hard look around,
you’ll realise these thoughts are just lies designed to keep you in one spot. But
even after knowing the truth, we still stay curled under those blankets. We’re
a generation that longs for escapism, yet we don’t actually like the change and
the challenge that comes along with it.
On Boxing Day, I bought a pair of really beautiful, high
quality, tan sandals. It’s now January and they’re still sitting untouched in
the box they came in. I’m still walking all over the city in my old pair of shoes
where the heels are worn down and the straps are badly frayed. You might think it’s crazy for me to attach
myself to them, but I’ve worn them so many times that they’ve moulded to my
feet. They’ve been with me on all my adventures. I know the exact fit and feel
of them so well that trying to wear anything else would feel wrong.
While I was thinking about these shoes, I was reminded of
something a mentor once told me.
“You have this habit of running back to the old things in
your life that you can’t even see all the new things that are right in front of
you. God has a whole new life He wants to give you, but are you ever going to
reach out and take it?”
I don’t know how long you’ve been conditioned to crave the
thoughts that keep you in one spot.
But I know that even attempting to believe anything
different will feel so wrong and so weird
that it’s easier to slip your feet back into the old pair of shoes. You know,
the ones that carry you down the path of fear and inadequacy. Because of this,
we find it hard to believe anyone who says there are good things ahead of us. We
struggle to reach out and seize it because it’s easier to believe the lie that we’re
not worthy rather than get disappointed yet again.
But anything that makes you into a better person will
require a constant re-shifting of the things you repeat to yourself, and above
all – a fight.
People will fight
hard to believe in magic, sparkly vampires and the Avengers, yet they can’t
imagine a reality where they believe in themselves.
Self-Belief isn’t a nicotine patch that you slap on once and expect to be cured from the addiction to your deprecating thoughts. It doesn’t come from 100 people telling you how much potential you have or 200 double taps on the screen. It’s a day by day thing. It’s waking up and choosing to wrestle with the thoughts that moan ‘come back to the blanket of lies.’
I’ve spoken to dozens of entrepreneurs, listened to every
motivational speaker and every podcast host, and they all say the same thing. Self-
Belief is a you thing. It’s there. It’s
literally in the name. It’s an inside job no one else can complete but
This doesn’t mean that you can’t lean on your people. It doesn’t
mean that you can’t ask them to rally around you or support you. But your
cheerleaders can only cheer for so long before their throats get hoarse. It’s
going to be up to you to keep rallying around yourself when everyone else falls
My friend on the phone was right to ask me how many people I
needed to believe in me before I believed in myself. All the external praise in
the world won’t do anything for you if you can’t learn to validate yourself
People can hold up the mirror to show you the dark spots, sit
with you in your mess, and hold one end of your string of jumbled thoughts. But
it has to be you that does the work of untangling the lies that you’re not
going to make it. No one else but you.
That’s a really scary sentence to process. Until you realise it’s actually freeing.
The person you’ve always wanted to come along and save you from your
deprecating thoughts has always been you babe.
No one else but you is going to know whether you’ve done the
work to change your perspective and believe in yourself.
But you’re the one
who’ll get all the benefit baby.
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Everyone struggles to get through Humpday. It’s this dreaded, in-between, mess of a day where time slows to a crawl and your weekend is delayed. Let’s be honest- nothing exciting ever happens to anyone on a Wednesday…
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In just a click, you can look forward to me showing up in your inbox with a sprinkle of confetti and encouragement to make Humpday fly by so you’re closer to dancing on the weekends.
I won’t be like your flaky Tinder date. I’ll show up on time, every time, with insightful conversation, fun stories & a mission to leave you feeling inspired.
I used to believe that I wasn’t worth celebrating.
As time creeps closer to my birthday, I inevitably feel Slumpy. I’m coining this term as the 8th dwarf in my emotional repertoire. He is the illegitimate love child of Grumpy and Sleepy who is perpetually anxious and likes to sit in the corner leaking tears over his abandonment issues. As the calendar flips closer to December, you can be sure he’ll rock up to the doorstep, dump his baggage in the room and overstay his visit.
Birthdays are synonymous with celebration and nobody ever dreams of giving Slumpy an invitation to the party. But sometimes, despite the best of our abilities, he gate crashes the event. He frets over planning a party because mixing friendship groups from all different walks of life is too stressful. He sows seeds of doubts that make you wonder if anyone will show up and whether they’ll enjoy themselves. Most of all, he makes you question if you’re even worthy of a celebration.
To his credit, I don’t think Slumpy intends to be such a killjoy. Perhaps he’s even trying to protect us. “Expectation Management,” he’ll probably moan in his defense. When I look back over the years, birthdays always felt like such a disappointment. I wrote last week that a lot of weight tends to get placed on this day. We pile on the expectations for a better year. We wait for it to change us. We set deadlines and declare that this will be the year all our fantasies come true. We hope for the people we love to rally around us.
Most often, my day would end up feeling lackluster. Events would be planned and people wouldn’t make the effort to show up. If they did, the day revolved around them. Irreparable mistakes would happen- the type that hits you when you wake up the next morning and make you feel like although you’re a year older, you’re definitely not wiser. The day would end and something would feel off. A culmination of disappointing birthdays later,and you can’t blame Slumpy for believing that you aren’t worth showing up for and don’t deserve to be celebrated.
A year ago, he showed up again in the weeks before my 21st birthday. I was studying in England at the time and given free reign to jump from country to country. This sounds like a perfect combination for a birthday,except for the fact that my flatmates and I were slammed with last minute assignments and no one felt up to planning a party. Like a long-awaited heir to the throne,society places 21 on a pedestal and heralds it as the year of adulthood. I had hoped to usher in the year with a bang and alongside the people I loved. Yet, being isolated from my community back home and a frantic rush to finish essays meant nothing special was going to happen this year either.
This sentiment was echoed back to me later that week when my friend’s workmate from Melbourne decided to visit our flat before his travels. Incidentally, it was his birthday the day we met and we were plus ones to a party hosted by the Surf Society. Amongst the cheers and loud music in the background, and drawn together by the fact we didn’t know anyone else, I asked him how his birthday was going.
“It’s…not exactly what I thought it’d be,” he said hesitantly. “I keep waiting to feel different. Like, I know I should be happy to be here and I’m waiting for it to hit me. But it doesn’t feel like a big deal.” The crestfallen expression on his face said it all. Silence hung in the air between us and all I could say was, “I know.”
If you’re anything like me, then you’ve probably spent most of your life waiting on the big things. I used to be all over the idea of grand gestures, like surprise parties or fireworks that light up the sky or intense feelings that slam into you to let you know this person’s ‘the one.’ I’m so expectant of the big things that anything smaller makes me question whether it’s right and I wonder why it always feels like there’s something missing.
The problem with always looking up at the sky and waiting for the fireworks is that you miss out on what’s right in front of you. While your head is craned up towards the sky, you miss out on the people that are trying to celebrate you in their own way. You miss out on the magic of a slow burn that promises to keep flickering in the long run. Fireworks and grand gestures are an impressive spectacle, but once they fizz out you’re left with nothing but a dark sky. At the end of the day, I know I’d rather something meaningful that lasts for years to come, than something that only looks glamorous in the moment. The intimate memories created between close friends and the small, but intentional, actions are what imprints itself on your heart in the long run. That’s the golden stuff of life.
For my 21st, there was no huge party, no bar tab and no speeches that dragged on forever. Instead, my flat pulled together to rally around me at the last minute. The guys made an emergency trip to Tesco to buy a decadent cake topped with Maltesers. We laughed over the fact that cigarette lighters had to be held up instead of candles, and a single balloon found at the bottom of a show bag was inflated to celebrate me making it through the first year of my 20’s. Afterwards,we made our way into the city where I learnt how to (unsuccessfully) balance on my first mechanic bull and we danced the night away as fake snow rained down on our heads. It was the night my flatmate met his now girlfriend, and the night I got to see how time is a flimsy measure for the amount of impact we can make on others. It was a rushed, last minute affair, but it was enough. It wasn’t the big party I always imagined. But it ended up being more fulfilling than I ever thought possible.
As much as Slumpy and the rest of the dwarfs want to assert themselves and protect us, we can’t hand over the reigns to them. The story of Snow White is notable for the damsel in distress that has to rely on men and her feelings to save her from the Evil Queen. But sometimes we forget that we are the heroes of our own life and we get to choose what gets the most weight. Truth or Feelings. Fact or fiction.
Someone once told me that I’ll be celebrated when I no longer feel that desire anymore. I don’t think that’s true. I think you should absolutely desire to be celebrated. You deserve the reminder that it’s not an accident you’re here today. You’re allowed to feel sentimental and all up in your feelings like a Drake song. There are years where it’ll feel eventful and everyone is gathered round for the glitz, glam and sparkle. And there’ll be years where you’ll have to be your own sparkle. The smaller, quieter, years allow you to be your own cheerleader and learn to celebrate yourself. You’re going to have to figure out how to love on and bust out the confetti for yourself before you can ever invite anyone else to do it for you.
Learn to celebrate the small sparks on the ground instead of worshiping the fireworks. Celebrate the grueling but golden process it took for you to get here. Celebrate the fact that despite all the hardships that came your way, you made it through. One day soon, someone’s going to love every bit of the mud that transformed you into who you are today.
All this to say that if a single shred of you has ever wondered whether you are worthy of being celebrated, hear me when I say you are, you are, you are.
Irrespective of who does or doesn’t show up for you, you’re worth celebrating. Every inch of you is worth breaking out the confetti and silly string for.
Your birthday will undeniably be someone’s favourite day because it’s the day you showed up to the world ready to leave a mark on people’s hearts.
So if no one else has ever made you feel special, know that you are, you are, you are.
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