“Clarity wakes you up at 2am. And tells you its time to move on. and let go.”

We only see what we want to see. Usually it is ourselves. Look closer. Tilt the mirror so you can see more. Beyond self.

We say so much with our words unsaid. There is truth in the silence.

Holding on to something that has lost its magic, lost its mutual respect, hurts more. Elsa understood the assignment.

I’m exactly the same person. Well, except I’m not allowing dishonesty, selfishness, or negative energy to be a part of my life. And I’m noticing that I am truly happy.

Gazing at you across the table. How is it possible that everything has changed but love has grown stronger? True partnership is filling in each others blanks.

It takes time. We will get there.

New clothes won’t fill the void. Money won’t make you happy. Attention won’t heal past wounds. Things won’t finally make you feel better. If it’s broken its broken. These are distractions from the real work.

We can learn so much if we take the time to listen.

Every time I answer- I have to work harder to remember that I am happier with a wall between us. But knowing this – I still pick up.

Everything changed when I stopped putting myself last.

When you reach a point where you say I really don’t miss it. You have healed.

Of all the times I’ve said goodbye- It has been the hardest to let go knowing they aren’t gone. You just don’t know them anymore.

Sometimes forgiveness is off the table. When the hurt is real you can’t forget. But you can walk away. That’s healthy too.

When in doubt dance it out.

Every morning when I open my eyes, I feel possibility.

Here I am. I am here. Making this new day all it can be. Rejoicing in the sunrise thankful for the sunset. And hopeful that it will all happen again tomorrow.

To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious is to be in a rage almost all the time.

And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they’ll never stop doing, I think it’s fearless to stop believing them. It’s fearless to say “you’re not sorry” and walk away.

In the face of pain there are no heroes.

Time is flying never to return.

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.

Acting is the only time when I truly maintain the spontaneity that I want to be present at all times.

Your time and attention are two of your most precious commodities.

Without suffering, there’d be no compassion.