Leaping mole hills before they become mountains in a single bound
“To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful… This is power, it is glory on earth and it is yours for the taking” ~ Agnes De Mille
There’s a pattern forming here Namely, weekends
Inhale the future Exhale the past The struggle is real, y’all
Blue Skies Above
Against all odds, honey we’re the big door-prize
After a few days away, I’m back and overflowing with gratitude.
More gratitude. Less bad attitude. Tastes delicious.
Sometimes, you just have to stop and tiptoe through the tulips.