All the worry. All the stress. All the comparing (my goodness). All the “what will they think?”. >>>> I used to think: eventually, I’ll get to the point I want to be. I’ll be content with who I am.
But actually, if I can continue growing, why on earth would I ever want to be “content”.
🙅🏼Don’t get me wrong— I LOVE who I am, & part of that is loving my own self image. Which is hella hard if you’re a girl. Right ladies?
But AS A PERSON, I want to always say YES to opportunity, & always fill my tiny little brain with more info & experiences.
I want to compete with MYSELF. Can I be better then myself yesterday? Last year?
Today Im wearing all black. I was going to say I’m mourning but — actually I’m not. I’m celebrating the death of my previous self.✌🏼 #byefelicia (whether that’s 24hrs or 5 years ago) *** it’s also a miracle I managed to get out my door without 1000’S of little dog hairs covering my outfit.