I am the past life of the next me.
I make peace with my past self, and friends with my future self.
We can’t possibly achieve all we are capable of in one lifetime.
You are your path. You are never off-path.
Broken people follow me because misery needs friends, too.
Burn a candle (black/silver) for what returned to the dark and ring a bell for what was birthed.
Rosemary is for remembrance.
Linden blossom keeps the door open between the realms.
They pay me to afford this life, not to enjoy it.
It’s not supposed to be work-life balance. It should be LIFE-WORK.
Pay yourself first doesn’t just apply to money. You must also pay yourself in TIME.
BONUS: Things mom texts me in traffic
Pat that bitch on the back bc I ran out of foiled stars.
