Friday, April 29, 2016


Where do your deepest darkest insecurities come from and more importantly, are you still feeding them?

I am stepping into the birth of many of mine this weekend.  I hope to greet them with kindness I never knew and let them go.  I think that may be the only way I stop feeding them.

I don't MEAN to feed them, but I seem to slip them scraps under the table until they have grown so large that they push me away from that table which holds boundless love.

I only have me to change.

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