I am just realizing that I have all kinds of anxiety around being successful in my career - what the fuck?
I am deeply flawed and imperfect. I am prettier when I smile. I am open, always to a new opportunity. I am a searcher. I am a lover of babies and animals. I am stubborn and set in my ways. I am kind, and loving and loyal. I am self aware and willing to share what I know to be true for myself. I am always hopeful. I yearn for the love of a good man but I am afraid to be vulnerable. I am still learning and growing. I am in awe of this earth and have a deep respect for all creatures big and small. I want to make a difference. I am a good mother. I am a great friend. I am blessed.