“Speaking up is my birthright.”

Loving yourself might look like learning to slow down.

Sometimes it can feel like you aren’t doing anything because you’re no longer doing everything.

A reminder that your free time is not free.

I’m so thankful I never gave up on me.

I’m not defined by other people beliefs around me.

I step onto my strength when I stop committing to doing it all alone.

Starting gain is my birthright.

My joy matters even when others think it should not.

Loyalty in relationships doesn’t mean you have to blindly agree or be silent.

I knew I was healing when I no longer tried to pretend everything was okay when it wasn’t.

Sometimes, you’re the person taking advantage of yourself.

A reminder that your time is coming. Keep going.

Self Care is refusing to be talked out of your knowing.

Your growth may scare people who never knew change was possible.

My joy matters even when things are tough.

Feel free to make time to do absolutely nothing.

Basically, I started singing when I started talking. Music has just been my saving grace my whole life.

A genius is not born, but is educated and trained.

Happy the heart where love has come to birth.

Truth is the only healthy place from which to speak. Assumption is the birthplace of godless chatter.

I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.

It could have been worse. I could have been born black.

When you believe in your dream and your vision, then it begins to attract its own resources. No one was born to be a failure.

Men are born soft and supple; dead, they are stiff and hard. Plants are born tender and pliant; dead, they are brittle and dry. Thus whoever is stiff and inflexible is a disciple of death.