You must stare down the threats that question your worth and refuse to be moved. No matter how faint, your voice must be the one that responds to the nagging doubts of value with the truth of who you are.

Yes. You. Are. Worth It.

We can chose to remember what it was to lean into identity without needing to have words. We can chose to remember our true value.

There was strength in every drop, a fierce defiance in the pool of moisture that collected on my clutched blanket. In welcoming the tears, I welcomed back my humanity.

I hope we can begin rewriting our ‘to-do’ lists, or at least begin realizing that much of what is to be done sits invisibly between every line. We are so much more than the tasks we accomplish.

Dreams reveal truths we didn’t know we were grasping for, the wanderings of the mind at night bringing light to questions the heart holds during the day. No matter how small your boat, let your dreams remind you that you are more than enough.

It is a brave thing to stand in the unknowns of life and hold to our identity while giving others permission to do the same. In searching for the humanity in others, we find acceptance for the humanity in ourselves.

In a desire to brace against the hard moments of life, how often do we surrender the good ones? In protecting against the lows, how often do we unknowingly sacrifice the highs?

Our dreams of the night speak deep truths that can be held in the light of day. But are we listening?

Find your lion and remember that strength lies within.

When life is difficult we often find ourselves feeling guilty or ashamed. But strength is found in admitting struggle and there is hope to be had right alongside all those hard things.

We are wise to question our understanding of another’s successes and failures. To the struggling caregivers out there - I’m sorry we’ve overlooked the truth about yours.

Surgery showed me I was not as strong as I thought - or was I? In dictating what strength should look like, we often mistakenly deem ourselves weak.

When we take the time to heal, our scars speak a truth better than fear. We were meant to rise again. We were meant to play unafraid.

Your strengths are beautiful and so are your weaknesses. There is power in you, right alongside all of that need.

It’s time for superwoman to be seen.

We are wise to pay attention to the small cries of our soul before they become combined echos beyond what a heart can sort. Mourning the small things matters and breathes strength out of perceived weakness.

The world waits for powerful women, women who bring their value instead of looking to others for it. Your value is stunning, it’s time you showed up with ALL of it!

Not every nagging voice that screams, “we are not enough” warrants our attention. What accusations of weakness do you need to set aside?

Her outline sits motionless but yet she speaks, the very shape of her form echoing the words etched on the deepest fabric of our hearts. Precious. Free. Of incredible value and worth.

Will we remember our origin story?

There are whispered suggestions that we are failing, muttered accusations that we are not enough. But our mind’s door does not have to open to the knocks of guilt and worthlessness.

If we talked to our friends like we talk to ourselves, we wouldn’t have any. And we wouldn’t blame them.

It’s time to discover the voice of your inner friend.

Life can be cruel and wounds inevitable, but scars are possible when we allow healing to come. It’s time we embrace complete restoration and realize the beauty of the scar.