One of the hardest parts about becoming free is the goodbyes.

Some people don’t want to be on that ship with you because they’ve never been truly in charge of their lives, some people don’t belong on that ship with you because their only mode of being is coercion and their only fuel is fear, some people couldn’t live with the responsibility of fighting for freedom.

You’ll watch quite a few of your people stay stuck behind you as you move forward.

There’s plenty of good in the world and, in time, your ship will be as full as you need it to be. But until then –or, really, even then – they’ll come to mind. Those books might be closed but they’re still there on the shelf. You will see them, you will hear them, you will miss them, it will hurt, and it will be okay.

You can only write your story and if you’re lucky the beginning of some little ones’ stories. And that is the best use of your existence, to live your very, very own story, one that would have never played out the way it did without all of your fights, losses and victories.

It’s the only way and it’s so worth it. 🧡

“Leaning into friendship can be a good thing to start doing [in a trolling 🤡 world].”

Always anyway, but now more than ever. 🧡

Great listen. 👌

It’s one thing to claim freedom and protest for it, it’s a whole other game to actually know what it is to you, find it, take it, rip it off and live it.

Every day of your life, you only get once. Never stop living freely. 🧡

The mother who chooses to heal becomes the ancestor who changed everything.

Generational change starts with a brave parent. We may not have had the blueprint, but we're building the foundation.

Happy Mother’s Day. 🥂✨🧡