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Love 💌 letter to myself

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It feels like you have been at war, fighting; fixing things. Fighting for order, for peace, for a dream… Breathe___ rest you’ve done a lot of good work. Your belief worked out, it is working out, it will work out. 
Well done for putting your heart into all that worked and that which did not__yet. It is all evidence that you are living.

I am going to ask that Instead of focusing so much on the dream you focus also on the reality, on the present hour. Engage all your senses in the moments for growth to take form. Work to enjoy the now, today first. Then make it each day’s mission: to put in the work to enjoy today. 
Have a dream for today and get excited about today’s dream like tomorrow’s. Today is equivalent to tomorrow. Work, pace yourself and live for both. All the permission you’ll ever need comes from you.

I love you for your heart, your faith, your intellect, your passion, your authenticity, your humility and 

your power.

 

Keep in mind it is you before it is anyone else. Only when you pour into your cup first will you find pleasure in pouring into others. 


Love:

Greatest fan ðŸ’Œ

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