I am not perfect. And it’s okay.
It’s okay that I didn’t read the pile of books I lugged on personal retreat in my all-too-heavy bag. Instead, I sat still in nature, starring into the ether pondering my life purpose.
It’s okay that I didn’t write the blogs I intended to write. Instead, I found my way deep into my heart, got in touch with my deepest desire and wrote a love letter. Read more