Honestly, I’m tired of saying “same, same” whenever people ask me how I’ve been. Life is great, life is good, and it shouldn’t be “same, same” every.single.time.
I want to find the magic in the mundane, and I want to celebrate life again – every single thing about it, from the messy to the beautiful.
How do I get back that childlike wonder – the kind that is unassuming and leaves you vulnerable, lost even?
I want that thirst for new things, that drive to create, that desire to be. I’d do anything to be a woman who lives up to her name: joyful.
I really, really don’t want to settle. Not anymore.