“I am breathing in light when light is present. I am choosing to let joy in.”

I am enough for me.

I must learn to separate my bad days from who I am – we are not the same.

Embrace your own reality.

And as the rain fell and the birds kept singing, I realized that freedom is a choice.

Though thunder clouds hover tight like a cage, the sun never stops rising on the ones who chase healing.

Wildflowers need water, so I too must not chase away the rain.

Drowning in grey days rising up into blue, I will choose to love myself in all colors.

Some days I am okay, and some days I am not but always, I am worth every struggle.

A note to all that yearns within me: every breath is a possibility.

And although the strands of your soul feel weary today, your worth remains the same – you are graceful amidst pain.

Wherever you are let life find you.

Nature has become a part of me when I am lifeless, I go to her – she is life.

I am giving the present the opportunity to hold just as much joy as the past.

Through the haze, I am journeying. To the light, I am clinging.

I am welcoming a new phase of life with confidence in my potential to progress in spite of my fears.

I am more stretch marks than the skin, more growth than shame.

Next time you’re about to call your daughter bossy, take a deep breath and say, ‘My daughter has executive leadership skills.’

All these candles unlit perhaps they too need to breathe you.

Wherever you may find the inventor, you may give him wealth or you may take from him all that he has; and he will go on inventing. He can no more help inventing that he can help thinking or breathing.

Double chin, Fat Thighs. Will you think about these things before your last breath?

If you’re still drawing breath, God’s not done with you yet. Don’t quit. Be brave and believe God is for you.

If you should encounter angry or unkind actions today, take a deep breath, reach deep within and greet the lack of love with love.

Sitting alone, listening to the sound of your breath, the beating of your heart is a reminder that you are sacred and blessed.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.