New year. New beginnings. New chances to be me.  Explore things I never thought possible. Love, life, and everything in between. I have a love story in me that has allowed me to love another. Greatest story ever told? Hell to the yes it is!

Embracing myself regardless of what’s going on? PMS … ick but okay. Cranky? Yeah who isn’tfrom time to time.  I wear brat well.  I’m tired of explaining and justifying and attempting to be “happy girl” all the time (although I usually am of a pretty sunny disposition). Funny thing about being happy, lots don’t like that either. *shrug* Can’t please everyone but I sure as hell can please me!  Being true and congruent to who I am makes all the diff.

As a result of self love of the Sass, I’m able to give and receive with others. ACCEPT gifts given to me in love and kindness. How many years have we denied ourselves the pure act of simple kindness? My worthiness is apparent in every thank you, every half smile, every bat of my 99 cent fake eyelashes. (Yes I wear em. I’m slightly “trashy” and my lashes are a centimeter long.  I laugh every time I wear em so shut it and laugh with me)

New Year. New Love. New expression of me and you.No one likes ya? No one’s holdin your hand? No one to ring the year in with? It’s okay. Come online, talk to me, I’ll take your hand. I’m here and I know what it’s like to be alone and a bit lonely. My soul knows your soul knows my soul. Kindred spirit of the recovery soul. From all that kills us inside can grow a mustard seed that will set you free … if you choose it to be.