Are you ever trying to see the world with new eyes? Do you ever wish you could swap perspectives with someone you admire? Do you ever wonder how it's so easy for some people to go through life when you sometimes feel stuck or lack in certain areas? I think we all feel this way from time to time. I know I certainly do! We're thinking, growing and evolving beings (whether we realize it or not) that are always trying to reach for a heightened perspective, a better way of living

Sometimes I find that I'm constantly trying to change myself; to become something better and new. Sometimes who I am now doesn't feel like "enough." I'm always searching for this hidden treasure and undiscovered gold within my being. As though who I am now, in this moment, isn't worthy of safe keeping. It raises the question of why we are always in this waiting phase to reach the next step, to turn the page, to head on to the following chapter, so that we can finally be "happ

I've always considered myself to be a "happy" person. I'm generally an easy going, care free, humorous, and prevailing optimist. I see the glass half full; I look past people's shortcomings to find their best efforts revealed; and I find the connection through everything that crosses my path. I believe in a universal power, a higher self, the virtue of energy. Sometimes I can get so caught up in the idea of me, of who I am, and the various identities I've created, that whenev

Love has always taken the spotlight of my life. Whether blissfully in love or desperately heartbroken, it has always commanded and depleted me. I hate to admit it, but there have been far too many times where I’ve let myself become devoured by love’s uncertainty to the point where I’d be paralyzed from it. If I had gotten into a really bad argument with a boyfriend, if I felt something was questionably off between us or if there was a lingering distance growing, I’d become na

“What if I forgave myself? I thought. What if I forgave myself even though I'd done something I shouldn't have? What if I was a liar and a cheat and there was no excuse for what I'd done other than because it was what I wanted and needed to do? What if I was sorry, but if I could go back in time I wouldn't do anything differently than I had done? What if I'd actually wanted to fuck every one of those men? What if heroin taught me something? What if yes was the right answer in