This is my year of no. I am in control of my voice. I get to decide when to speak. I know that people listen to me, so I only speak when I have something worth listening to, something that will transform the soul, something that will teach the ear as it rolls off my tongue. Sexy. Provocative. In the least expected ways. I can’t predict when I will be ready to say yes. My word doesn’t live by deadlines. My craft is organic. I don’t force myself to be heard just because...
I am intentional af.
Working on my consistency, watching myself and noticing when my commitment to self is most appropriate and when I need to put others’ needs before me.
It’s not balance, it’s art. The art of my words match the patterns of my actions. All reflecting my heart.