I knew the moments I would choose. There wasn't just one. I didn't pick a color either. My release felt like raindrops coming off the tips of my fingers before even talked about rain. I tend to associate releases of people and things with rain and storms. The moon and such. Not giving a f*ck has been one of the hugest gifts to me this year. Losing the weight of worry about others' reactions has been a relief. Working to overcome the heartbreak of letting relationships and friendships go has been healing and helpful over time. I was doing most of the work to keep them together. Staying in toxic spaces and places for too long finally ended.
Tippin’ my cuppa to giving a f*ck about our continued journeys and our not giving into being toxic as f*ck!
🧘🏻♀️📿🤍🌞🌝✨💜🍂☕