I’ve become a more sensitive soul. I’m not sure that I’ve stumbled into the new-ish skin over night, but it’s definitely happened in some fashion. I wrap myself up in the ebb and flow of life more, deeply tangling and wrapping my soul up in every inch of life – feeling more. Step further back and I would discover a different girl – a version of myself still wandering, searching, and reaching as high for everything containing that dreamy glitter.
It’s not that I’ve left being all that, but for maybe the first time, I’m sensing a real evolution of myself – a constant, slight recreation of what has existed in a more plain state until that moment. I’m slightly oblivious until the reality of my life shocks me into feeling. It’s a very raw, open feeling that does something to my soul with every move I make.
I read words differently.
On Providing Space and Being Left Behind | The Outdoor Wife
that thing you did. | Love, Sara Sophia
I Am My Mother’s Daughter | A Deeper Story
the art of change. | Lauren Nicole Love
I see things differently.
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