What if instead of worrying about how to inspire others, you daydreamed about inspiring yourself?
What if you stopped pouring from an empty cup and took a moment to fill yourself back up?
What if the first thought you had looking in the mirror wasn’t something to change about yourserelf, but something to cherish?
What if the world wasn’t out to get you, but out to teach you?
What if all the people who hurt you in life weren’t mistakes, but assignments to teach you how to love kinder, bigger, and bolder?
What if experience wasn’t meant to make you jaded, but resilient to obstacles?
What if no event could take your strength, no person could take your love, no time could take your worth, and no moment could take your spirit?
What if...?
xoxo,
Ki
