Today I need to... Breathe. I need to remember that Monday is merely a name that humans manufactured to help organize their days. To believe in her reputation of being a burden is to rob myself of the loveliness of another new day. Names are simply labels we create to assist in our understanding of things. If I change the way I look at things, the things I look at change. Today I want to... Do something out of the ordinary. How many Mondays before this have I lived in the sam

Dear 2018, I used to believe that I wasn't capable of certain things, like being on a tight, steady schedule. (The 9-5 life always scared me). I used to think that I wouldn't be able to work multiple jobs while still nurturing and honing my creativity. I used to think that I would forever be a victim to my own thoughts, doubts and fears; never fully living free of the restrictions I had drawn around myself. I used to believe that I would always stay the same in specific areas

Dear Danielle, The last time you wrote yourself a letter was four years ago. Do you remember how old you felt writing that at twenty five? Do you remember how you thought you needed your whole life figured out and that you should have been further ahead than where you were? Or how you judged yourself for the work you were in and the ending of yet another unsatisfying relationship? Well, for starters, twenty five was not old and neither is thirty, so don't go freaking out next