I didn’t always believe in my dreams. I found it much easier to tag along with other people’s dreams. They seemed so vibrant, so promising, so intriguing. The way that went after them with fire was inspiring to me. I tried ceaselessly to fan their flame my way, to embers burning dimly.
Sister, mother, friend, brother, you need to know, and so do I. We have beautiful beginnings birthing in each one of us. We have a creative bent unique to each one of us.
Today, I choose to believe in my dreams, my words, my creativity. Will you choose with me? For yourself?
I’m over at the Story Sessions today with a love letter to those who wish to rise. Come read the rest, and find your embrace. Your words are welcome.
You, sister, you will rise.