Travel: an investment in yourself 


Have you noticed that more and more people are investing their money in experiences rather than material things? It used to be that people valued having luxurious things such as expensive cars and big houses, and that they felt successful through the ownership of these things. But there has been a shift in what we value and in what we see as success. Everyone values different things and for everyone, success means something different to them. But what I’ve noticed is that more and more people are investing their money in experiences but more specifically, travel. We are not saving up for that Audi, but rather, we are saving for that trip to Bali or Ireland or any of the wondrous places outside our home. We have evolved into valuing experiencing new places, with new people, and new food. We enjoy pushing ourselves out of the comfort of our own city, to experience life outside the ones we live everyday. We see more and more students choosing to travel abroad, more and more couples making the decision to cut back on the wedding in order to have an even better honey moon, and more and more people setting goals to see the world. I’ve had an ongoing resolution for a few years now that is to go one place I’ve never been every year. It doesn’t have to be anything crazy or out of budget, it can be just visiting another state or even a city close by that you’ve never been to, but the point is to get yourself out and to experience different things. I listen to many podcasts, and often the question of success comes up. And what I’ve observed is that for so many people, success means that they get to travel. That they are financially in a place where they can buy a ticket and go.

It’s no surprise that there is such a value in travel now more than ever. Social media has made it possible for us to search any location, and dream and drool over the different sights and foods each place has to offer. Of course after seeing someones post about their over water bungalow in the Maldives, you’re going to walk away with wanderlust. As much as I love shopping, I would trade a shopping spree for a chance to go someplace else because there is so much more to gain.

Through travel, you get to immerse yourself in a world unlike your own. It’s a learning experience and vacation all in one. You get to meet new people, experience new cultures, new foods, and try new things. Travel is the best way to learn and the best way to understand. All the yummy meals and insta-worthy photos aside, you get to see how different and similar you are to the people who live where you’re visiting. More than anything travel allows you to grow, because after immersing yourself in whatever location your vacationing to, you gain understanding which is the root of empathy.

Travel will change your life and the only way you’ll figure that out, is by saving up, buying a ticket, and going. Go anywhere and everywhere. Create a colorful life for yourself by going elsewhere.

I intend on making a quilt of my life, which each square serving as a different experience, and at the end, I want to see a big, beautiful blanket that holds all of my life’s memories and growth.

Traveling is the most fun thing you can do with your money. Travelling will take you places both physically, and spiritually. Travelling opens you up to new connections and allows you to learn and to grow. There’s no better investment than seeing the world. Experiences change you in ways a Mercedes Benz will not. Salsa dancing with that stranger in Colombia, or trying escargot for the first time in France, or buying that pashmina in India, or ziplining through the Amazon in Brazil, these are all significant investments in yourself. These will change your perspective and allow you to see life and the world differently. These will make you grow.







surround yourself with growing things


To live is to know life around you. What are you surrounded by? The trees thick with green, shading your eyes from the suns intense kiss? Or is it the squawking of seagulls by the shore as each wave rushes in and out to greet your toes? Or are you enclosed in a man-made entity of brick and cement, where your only glimpse of nature are the succulents sitting on your windowsill?

What are you surrounded by, and is it helping you grow? Is what you see inspiring the life in you? Is it awakening your soul to possibility and beauty in each breath that you take?

Oh dear, then I’m afraid you must move. Change your scenery.
For if the life around you is not moving, what will inspire movement in you?
If you’re not surrounded by growing things, how will you yourself grow?

To live is to know life around you. And the life around you must be beautiful, wild in ways, and full of momentum.

Surround yourself with growing things and better yet, growing people.
What you surround yourself with, will inspire your own thoughts, and actions.

Fill your space with flowers and plants. Water them, and watch them grow.
Reflect on what self-care will do to your own growth and inspire those around you with your flourishing.

You’ve heard it said before that “you’re a product of your environment”, so make sure it’s encouraging you in the best way possible. The people you choose to walk alongside you in your life will either push you forward, keep you stagnant, and pull you down; choose wisely. The space the create for yourself must be tidy, light, and reflective of who you are. Create a dream board, open your curtains, have flowers always, and make sure you have means of expression and learning: books, journals, an instrument, art supplies, whatever it is that will stimulate you into movement, and appreciation of life and the beauty it holds. Stir your soul with good, growing things, and see how colorful a life you’ll live. Keep on the path of learning and you will bloom all your days.


Fill your space with inspiration, fill your life with all things growing.

the significance of storytelling

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Humans have been telling stories since the beginning of time. It’s a way of connecting each of us to something, to someone. I believe storytelling is essential and needed now more than ever because we lack unity not only as a country but on a worldly basis as well. We need to close the gap between “othering” (which is the act of viewing or treating a person or group of people as intrinsically different from and alien to oneself) and listen for the “me too”‘s. We need to stop focusing on what makes us different from one another and open our eyes to what makes us the same. Don’t think “well his experience is surely unlike my own.” NO: think “how can I connect to his story?” Why can’t we be open to one another and the stories we hold and the experiences we own , from the beginning, rather than separating ourselves from the start because we fear being moved to a place of empathy or being misunderstood. You don’t have to agree, you just have to aim to connect. Embrace difference of thought, experience, and perspective. Allow yourself to be challenged by other world views. We need to push ourselves to be storytellers in the best way possible, with pure intent: to put voice to our inner-beings and connect with others. We need to be both the speaker and the listener. We need to be open to others, to be respectful of their journey thus far and of their experiences whether like or unlike our own, and to allow them a space to share; to use their voice, and to be heard. We need to close the gap between othering and misunderstanding and fill it with truth, understanding, and empathy. Only then will we be brought to genuine connection and true understanding and acceptance of one another. All anyone wants is to be heard, understood, and loved. To be given space, a space of their own in this vast world. We must close the gap between “us” and “them,” and “you” and “me.” Think about who you thought about when you read “us” and who came to mind when you read “them.” Who in your head are you othering? Who in your head lacks a voice of their own? Who in your head do you need to hear to be brought to a place of understanding, and more importantly, love? What will come of this bridge we begin building is empathy and that is exactly what this world needs. We need unity, we need love, and in order to get there we first need storytelling: sharing our truths, our experiences within one another, to be listened to, to be heard, to be understood and to connect. Connection is the bridge to empathy and from empathy is the train to love and unity. We need to share our truths, and love the pain out of one another.

To be human is to experience both the joys and the pains of what it means to live. We are all already united in that fact right there: everyone of us has and will continue to experience the joys and the pains of humanness. Why not start there? Why not discuss our joys and our pains with one another. Don’t you think you’d benefit from having a few people listen to what’s burdening your heart? Don’t you think you’d feel relieved to have people see passed the pretty, put-together person you are on Instagram, and to know your anxieties and encourage you passed them? How beautiful it would feel to me to know my Instagram “girl crushes” have insecurities too, or that there’s something that keeps them up at night, something that I can say “ahhh, me too.” Isn’t it such a beautiful feeling to hear someone say “me too” and to know you are not alone?


The whole idea behind this blog is to share  the human experience according to Kimberly O’Brien. I hold just one chapter in this big book of life and I choose to share my sentiments here in order to put voice to my thoughts, and to connect with and inspire others. What space are you giving yourself to connect more often with others? Whether its bravery, or confidence, or courage, what do you have to make a conscious effort to put on, in order to be transparent and open with another human being? Sometimes, all it takes is just listening to someone else speak, for you to realize that this is what we are meant for: to listen and share with one another. Speaking our truths, sharing our human experiences, is the path to understanding which is the road to love. Don’t you think we could use a bit more love?


Storytelling is much more than what you post on Instagram, because you’ve heard it said that most of the time, what we post on social media, is the good in our lives. We share the highlights, the joys, painting a beautiful, aesthetically pleasing picture of our lives. But what about the monotonous aspects of life? What about the mornings when you wake up and just feel plagued by sadness? What about when your hair doesn’t look like you just stepped out of a Pantene commercial? What about when you fail a test, or you don’t get the job, or you need a mental health day? Where are all of those posts? Where on your Instagram, are the raw and real everyday aspects of life? It’s okay if they are not there. It’s okay for your Facebook and Instagram to serve as a positive scrapbook of your life which highlights the joys and good memories. But we need to be aware that there is more than that. We need to stop comparing our real life struggles with other peoples highlight reels. We need to start communicating with one another, we need to tell our stories.

What’s my story today? Well it’s 7:20 am. I woke up at 5:30, got ready for work, made peanut butter and blueberry toast, and drove to work against the dark and foggy morning. I clocked in, put Lilo & Stitch on as background noise (I work with kids) and began to write about the importance of sharing any story, including this short, dull, and tedious excerpt of a Friday morning in October. I feel sleepy (really in need of a nap) but I’m excited the weekend is in arms reach. And in this moment, I crave nothing more than to be on the beach.

That wasn’t hard, in fact, it was very painless. Some stories won’t be so easy to share. Some feelings won’t be so fun to put into words. Some thoughts or memories will be hard to speak out loud. But it is important that we do it. It is important that we communicate with one another, because that’s what makes life less hard. Real human connection that is what we’re missing. Stop hiding behind your phone, stop denying yourself the voice you were given to put to use. Use your words to paint a picture of who you are and what you’ve experienced. Storytellingthat is what will close the gap between you and them, between you and I.




a safe place


A current “controversial” topic, and one that I am quite passionate about, has made a lot of headlines recently and has been a source of both negative backlash and positive support. The topic of rape/sexual misconduct is always heavily debated. I am choosing not to be specific regarding the current story that is all over the news and our social media feeds, but I cannot say that this current story, did not encourage me to write this post. I have always felt the need to address rape especially since I am a woman, but also a victim of rape. However, I was always met with feelings of apprehension, nervous that discussing such a serious and real topic would be too transparent. I also was anxious that it would not be well received. But as always, the powerful little voice in my head reminded me of how important it is to share our personal narratives, in order to connect with others and close the gap between us. By using my own voice, I hope to inspire others to be brave and use theirs as well. Our stories need to be heard. We each have a place in this world and we are meant to take up space.

I want to speak generally about rape and how society perceives and receives those who claim to have been raped or sexually offended. It isn’t a new statement, but it is a true one, that women do not report rape/sexual misconduct because they feel that they will not be given the support and justice they deserve. We know that we will not be well received. We know that we will be asked a number of questions that make us feel less like a victim and more like a suspect. “Are you sure you said no? Did you make it obvious that you didn’t want it? What were you wearing? Were you under the influence?” Because well, if the woman was wearing a mini skirt, she was asking to be violated. Because if the girl drank too much and lost control of her body, she clearly wanted three men to take turns with her. Because if she only said “no” once, she didn’t really mean it.

As victims, we know that we will not receive empathy or even sympathy. We know that we will be put under a microscope to determine whether or not we “brought it [the misconduct] on ourselves.” We know that we will be looked at with shameful, judging eyes. We know that some will even deem us as dirty or attention-seeking.

We know there is no space for us to tell our truth. Because society doesn’t want our truth if it’s not pretty. And that’s what women are supposed to be: pretty. Pretty, delicate creatures who do not use their voices to stir up anything. We are not to communicate our power, we are to remain silent. But we are a force. Women are the seeds which hold and bring about life. We are strong. Our voices matter. We deserve justice, we deserve empathy, and we deserve to be met with support and love, especially when we are suffering. Our voices MUST be heard.

There’s a powerful hashtag that has gained popularity in recent weeks: #whyididntreport
Women all over the world are explaining why they didn’t/don’t report sexual abuse.
Because we’ve been shown time and time again that reporting only hurts and humiliates us more. Remember Ke$ha’s story? Big time pop singer, loved and respected by many, and even she didn’t receive justice. So why would I, a “nobody,” even imagine that I would?

I was raped when I was fifteen years old, and it broke me. My thoughts, my perceptions of the world, were forever altered. I began to see the world as an unsafe place, I became overly anxious all the time about everything, I began to question my worth. I was traumatized and became depressed, but even still, I told my parents I would rather die than report the boy because I knew I’d somehow be blamed for ruining his life. Ironic, right? I didn’t want the whole school knowing what he did to me, I didn’t want such a personal event to be made public. I didn’t want others to weigh in on the conversation and to decide whether or not I was right in reporting a 15 year old boy for rape. So I didn’t. It remains a heavy burden I will always hold onto. A memory I can never forget.

Why didn’t I report? Because I couldn’t stand the thought of people feeling bad for him over me. I couldn’t stand the idea that people could blame me for what happened or worse, see him as the victim. Because “boys will be boys” and “kids, they don’t know any better, they make mistakes.”
But I needed a guarantee that he would be held accountable for his actions. I needed a guarantee that I would be met with love and support, and not scrutiny or judgement.

I am angry and disappointed, by the way we treat women who come forward. I am angry and disappointed that we continue to teach women how to protect themselves from predators, and how to prevent misconduct, rather than teaching men not to rape. I’m in disbelief when I think about the lack of empathy and support given to those that our vulnerable and brave, who put themselves and their truths out there to receive justice.




We don’t give women the space to tell the truth.

Women already go through life feeling unsafe. We already live knowing that “pretty is the most important thing we can be.” We already live knowing we are seen as the lesser sex. Why not give us one safe space where we are encouraged, supported, loved, heard? The space to not be persecuted when we attempt to share our narratives?

We shouldn’t have to bury our pain deep inside of us. We shouldn’t have to hide any aspect of who we are. We need to feel like we share our human experiences. We all need that space. A space where we voice our inner-sentiments, a space where our voices are heard,  a space where we connect and say “me too” or “you are not alone,” a space where we use love to close the gaps between you and me.


Simply put, the world needs more compassion, empathy and love.



love and loss

When I think of my grandpa, I think of love in all of it’s forms.
And every thought of him, blankets me in love;

I can almost feel his intentional gaze upon me and smell my grandmothers cooking and hear Telemundo on the TV in the background.

Thoughts of him, thoughts of them, are still so very real to me, fresh.
And I never want to experience a day where it isn’t so.
A day where the memories feel more like pictures that I’ve seen rather than moments that I’ve experienced.

When I think of my grandparents, I think of the importance of family, and how necessary it is for love to be the centerpiece.


I don’t really know where I’m going with this post, but I know that I want to touch on  two very significant pieces of life: love and loss.
Everyone will experience both in their lifetime, and everyone will feel its effects change them in some way. Love and loss both have the capacity to make you stronger, but also weaker, and to make you better, but also break you.

I think loss truly pushes us to appreciate what we have and in a way, loss forces us to love harder. Loss has an aggressive way of trying to knock sense into us, yelling “look around, look at who and what you have, appreciate what’s in front of you, because it won’t always be there.” And it’s true.

If there’s something I’ve taken strongly since my grandparents passing, it is this:

It may seem as if we have all the time in the world, but we do not. We are not guaranteed another 10 years, we are not even guaranteed another ten minutes. Most of us do take for granted our loved ones, and it is easy to allow little things to get in between vital moments, moments we will not get back. So your mom is lecturing you again about your future, don’t storm off and lock yourself in your room. One day, you’ll wish you spent those three or four hours with her rather than being stubborn in your room. I think we all need a wake up call, we all need a spirit of love to come alive and overflow out of us. We need to see our present, our surroundings for what they are and take advantage of what’s in arms reach. My grandma, she’s not in arms reach anymore, and though I’d love for her to be, that longing has only made me more aware of who I do have in arms reach.

I believe there needs to be a greater emphasis on the importance of family. I believe we need to open our hearts to loving deeper and more intentionally.

I think what makes me the most sad when I think about my grandparents, is thinking about their house, the environment. In my memories, the house just feels warm and untouchable, like all of us great-grand-kids, and grand-kids, and kids, and friends who turned into family were a force. We were united in that house as one, in a place where we were home, a place where we were safe, a place where love grew.


Shortly after my grandpa died, I got a tattoo, one that I felt captured his spirit. It came from a verse in the bible: “three things will last forever: faith, hope, and love, but the greatest of these is love.” The words in bold, those are imprinted on my side as a reminder that the greatest gift we are given, the greatest gift we will ever receive, and the greatest gift we can give, is love.

The world needs more love. Now more than ever, we need a spirit of love to take a hold of us. We shouldn’t need loss to show us what we had when we have love to show us what we have. Don’t wait until it’s too late. Don’t let yourself regret not spending enough time with this person or that person. Use the present to take time to appreciate what’s in front of you. Don’t let today slip away, don’t allow your heart to go unused. Open your eyes, and open your hearts to those around you.


Give love permission to rule your life and see what beauty it unfolds.


Allow loss to break you and then mold you into something even more magnificent.

It’s okay for loss to create a small hole in your heart. A person once lived there, so of course there’s a hole that only that one person can fill. And what a gift it is to have loved someone enough that a piece of your heart disappeared when they did. But when the hole creates aches, let that be a reminder to see the world around you and love a little harder and appreciate a little deeper.


Awareness creates change, change awakens growth, and growth stirs up love.

With or without loss, love needs to be a constant, stirring force within us.



love yourself first.


Lately I’ve become more and more aware of how reliant we are on our romantic relationships and how often we seek others to fulfill us in some way.

Strolling through Facebook I saw a post about a break-up that read: “Feeling so lost without him. I don’t know who I am anymore. I want my happiness back.” Big red flags obviously go off in my head because we should never feel that our identity or happiness lies within someone else. We should never lose ourselves in another person, and we should never seek to be completed by another person.

Romantic relationships aren’t meant to complete us, they are meant to compliment us. Yes, it is okay that your significant other makes you happy. Yes, it is okay to want to spend the rest of your life with one person. But it is not okay to only feel happiness when you’re with that person and it is not okay to feel like your life has stopped when you’re not with that person. We are to seek wholeness within ourselves, happiness within ourselves, and love within ourselves. We need to put more of an emphasis on nourishing our relationships with ourselves, before trying to nourish a relationship with another human being. We need to be more rooted in our identities so that when a break up does occur, we don’t feel like that person took away who are. We need to be confident in who we are alone, before we pursue a relationship with another.

What I’ve learned in my own relationship, is the importance of two separate journeys, mine and his, that unite as one. By that, I mean, that he is allowed to have his own dreams, goals, desires, and I am allowed to have mine. We are supposed to honor our own journeys, and not feel guilty for living out our individual dreams.

I was having a conversation the other day with someone close to me who said: “I’ve always wanted to study abroad but now that I’m getting married, I can’t.” To which I immediately asked “why?” Her response was that she didn’t want to uproot her future husband from his job and home. But I told her that she could do it on her own, that she wasn’t obligated to bring him, that she shouldn’t have to throw away a dream for her relationship. But she wont do it without him.

It’s frustrating because though relationships are a commitment to the “we,” they are also a commitment to the two separate selves that make the “we.” You should not have to give up your dreams for your partner, you and your partner should be committed to a life where you nourish each other by encouraging one another to go after each dream.  Why can’t you have both: a healthy, committed relationship with your significant other, and a healthy, committed relationship with yourself? You’re an individual way before you become a couple, so why not nurture both? Why do we put more pressure on finding “the one” rather than putting more emphasis in being our best selves? Why do we seek pleasure outside ourselves more than intrinsically? Why do we feel like we’ve failed if we are not in a romantic relationship? Why can’t I just be me without having a he/she?

I don’t know about you, but I want my cake, and I want to eat it too (because what good is cake if you can’t eat it?) I want a healthy relationship with my boyfriend alongside a healthy relationship with myself. I want to be able to travel whether with him or without him because that is a passion of mine. I don’t want to feel held back or guilty for doing something for myself. We are allowed to be who we are and still be in a relationship. We are allowed to be in love with ourselves and also be in love with another person.

There are days where I take a step back and truly reflect on every facet of my relationship with my boyfriend to confirm that we are being supportive and encouraging to each others individual journeys, that we are pushing one another towards our goals and toward inner growth, and that we are doing all of this while nourishing who we are as a couple. Hand in hand, we’ve committed ourselves to staying rooted in who we are, both individually and together. We’ve talked about marriage and we continue to discuss how important it is to have a life outside one another even when living under the same roof. You need time for yourself, you need time with your friends, you need time apart. It is so important to be confident and secure with who you are solo, so that you don’t feel lost when your partner isn’t around. You cannot be defined by your partner; you cannot allow a relationship to rob you of who you are, and what you value.

If you have recently gotten out of a relationship and you’re feeling lost, commit yourself to mindfulness. Ask yourself what you value, what your passions are, what you love and what you don’t, and what your goals are. Then, align your life with those values, passions, and goals. Do the hard inner work. Love yourself first. Buy your own damn flowers, take yourself out to the nice restaurant, go on vacation alone. You do not need another human to complete you. Do you, for you, and never let a relationship create a self-love deficit.
By all means, love others. But create a solid foundation by loving yourself first.
Honor your own journey and seek to become whole within yourself, before taking on the challenge of committing yourself to another.


And remember: you are born complete.




age pressure, deadlines, and becoming


Why do I feel like there is a deadline that I have to meet by the age of 30? That by the time my big 3-0 comes around, I have to have a significant amount of money in my bank accounts, that I have to not only have this great career but that I have to be flourishing and climbing the corporate ladder, that all my debt has to be paid, that I have to own a home of my own, and that I have to have a perfect credit score? Why is it that when I do hit thirty, and I’m not in the career of my dreams, and I’m still paying off debts, that I’ll feel like I’ve failed; or even worse, that it is too late? The conversations of women in their twenties feeling like they have to meet a certain deadline, and women over 30 feeling like it’s too late, has been circulating around me a lot lately.

After launching my first blog post, my mother approached me with advice. She said: “Your blog is about becoming, but maybe there are women over 30 who may feel like ‘becoming’ is for 20-somethings who are at the start of their lives and have a blank canvas making it possible for them to “become” anything or everything. What about the women who are passed their twenties, and feel like it’s too late for them? Maybe you could write something that addresses women of any age and inspires them, and allows them to feel confident in the fact that their journey isn’t over, and that they too, are still ‘becoming’.”

I could not agree more, because society not only has expected accomplishments set up for us, but there is also an issue of time and age. There’s this idea that you’re supposed to try and fail and try again, travel, and keep a momentum of youthful spontaneity in your twenties, before settling down finally in your thirties and “getting your life together,” and if your life didn’t follow that pattern, well, it’s too late for you.  There’s also the idea that you have to be married by a certain age and have kids by a certain time, but that’s not the case either.

My mom, went back to college at the age of 43 (while she had two teenage daughters, and a full time job.) Though it wasn’t as easy as it would have been when she was 18, she didn’t let all the challenges keep her from getting her bachelors degree, and though she was 43, she didn’t let her age stop her from her pursuit of bettering herself. She’s about to turn 47 and recently decided to start reading (something she wasn’t fond of before), and now, she’s made a habit of reading one book a month as a means of escape, but also as a commitment to keep learning.

This blog is titled “her becoming” and by “her” I meant me, but also, all the women out there of every age. Because the truth is, we are all always becoming. We are always moving, always changing, always learning, and always growing. You’re not the same person you were ten years ago, and I bet if you really reflected inwardly, you’d realize that even in the past year you’ve changed. We are always becoming different versions of ourselves. This blog is a way for me to put down my thoughts, share them, and connect with others. It is an act of courage on my part, to put myself out there, and inspire others to do the same. I hope, whoever you are, that you do not feel like it is too late for you, that you commit yourself to a life of learning and growing. You can shed previous selves, you can change your habits, you can find new hobbies, you can start again; you can become someone new, the someone you want to be.

So you’re 50 years old, you hate your job, and you don’t feel satisfied with where you’re at? Change it. Your age shouldn’t stop you from living your best life. Find a job you’ll love, go take salsa classes, or better yet, go to Spain! I’m a big advocate for travel and am disappointed to have heard so many people, older than I am, say: “well of course you should travel, you’re young.” Age should not stop you from seeing the world. Age should not stop you from living your best life.

Society plays the most prominent role in why we feel so much pressure (especially as women) by time. Age pressure is alive and well, and it truly affects how we value ourselves and where we’re at. I’ve heard single mothers and divorcees discuss how they’ve been called “damaged or used goods.” First off, you are not a commodity, and second, just because life didn’t work out the way you planned, doesn’t mean it’s too late for a better plan. Just because you have two kids, and some gray hairs, does not make you less “eligible” in the dating world. And speaking of gray hair, there is also this idea that young is beautiful and old is..well, not. Yes, you’ve been kissed by the lips of time longer than those girls on the cover of magazines, but their beauty doesn’t take from your own. Your gray doesn’t make you less valuable, and your wrinkles don’t take away from your worth. You are not defined by your age, and honestly, you should not be defined by your looks either. What we bring to the table, is who we are. And who we are is a big mosaic of our passions, and experiences. Time touches us all, but don’t let him become an inhibitor to all you can be. Live your life with complete disregard of society’s invisible deadlines and age pressure.

I want to inspire you, whether you are 14, 27, 49, or 65, that you do not have an expiration date, that you do not lose value with age, and that you are ALWAYS becoming.

We have time to achieve what we want, we have the capability of trying new things, we have the opportunity to keep moving forward, and to do so without the fear of time constraining us. Let your passions guide you toward the beautiful life you deserve. Don’t let anyone tell you that you have to settle, that you have to stay where you are, or that you’ve missed your time. Your time is now, what are you going to do with it?