On this Friday -- the end of the week, the middle of the season, the hopeful beginning of something new growing inside you -- may you rest in the essence of who you are. Not perfect.
But enough. Adequately inadequate.
May today you draw out the courage that lives within your heart, the bravery that lies deep within your bones, the dreams that have been thread within the lining of your soul. May the truth of the whisper you are made for this sing gently against your lungs.
And on this Friday may we celebrate you for exactly who you are.
What a celebration, indeed.
This is day seventeen. You can find the rest of this series right here.
If you like this post, consider getting the rest of this series dropped right into your inbox. You can sign up here. And don't worry, I'll never give your email out to anyone. Ever. [madmimi id=2]