I’m so passionate about spreading positive self-love, especially to people who have anxiety and depression. I really believe changing this inner voice can create a whole magnitude of difference in their lives.
It was yet another rainy day and my cousin, my sister and I were having the time of our lives literally singing in the rain. I’m the one in the purple raincoat on the right, you can see the strain in my face as I tried to hit a high note to whatever song we were singing. This picture perfectly captures the playful innocence of child’s spirit.
I saw my love life like a voyage across the seas, setting sail to explore different places and ideas. I could not possibly set up permanent base on the first place I stumbled upon. I wanted my heart to be set free and experience what else was out there.
‘Tis the month of the four-leaf clovers, green beer and a tipsy remembrance to good old Saint Patrick who apparently wasn’t even Irish at all. It’s the time of year when the bitter, miserable winter finally loosens its grip and surrenders to spring. The sun burns with more power, melting the layers of ice and […]
I can hear the ringing in my ears, the wind in my hair and his warm hazel eyes on me. It feels like a dream.
Romantic love has been advertised in the same way as pharmaceutical drug commercials; when an attractive couple runs in slow motion down a sun-setting beach and a male commentator with a smooth voice starts proclaiming all the ways this ‘drug’ will improve your life. Then at the very end of the commercial in a very quiet, rushed whisper he admits the side-effects may include heart failure and imminent death. But we were too distracted by this image of perfection to allow the words “heart failure and imminent death” to resonate.
Anytime I opened any form of social media after the election results it felt as if my hair blew back from a flood of screams, shrieks and shaking fists.
You ever get those moments that feel almost like a very clear cut sign that you’re on the right track? Like those kinds of moments that are just missing an ominous godly voice slowly billowing through the silence with “well done Kimberly… keep going, you are exactly where you should be.” I don’t like to […]
I spent time a lot of time thinking about this and realized how often people don’t listen to understand, but simply listen to reply. I’m also guilty of this. We often are simply waiting for our turn to talk.
Living life with the mentality that we need to make the most of what we have now leaves so much more room for joy. In the grand scheme of things, we also have an expiration date.