On daze when I’m feeling less than my badass self (which is good and okay and something to be reveled in), I look at photos like these and reflect on time spent with powerful women in beautiful places.
Today is one of those days. I feel like pulling a hat the size of a chair down over all this hair and my softening body. Not because I want to hide. But because it’s time to cocoon. To chrysalize.
When I look back at my life, I want to be able to say I was intentional and present and transformative. Today, I want to be able to say “I am kind to myself.”
