I’ve been working and expanding spiritually, creatively, intellectually, professionally and financially. I’ve healed emotional and sexual trauma, created a new identity and attracted new and exciting experiences.
Making necessary sacrifices, enjoying my vices, learning new things. Allowing myself to feel. Still grieving. Haven’t stopped believing. Present. Living in love, gratitude and detachment.
I walk into my last Airbnb cleaning of the day. It’s one of my biggest properties. The guest left a floral arrangement in a beautiful clay vase filled with a dozen roses. I decide to take them home.
I get home tired and sore as hell, but I feel good so I play Smino on the speaker and lay my mat down to do some unguided yoga to relax. To the velvety flow of his beats and lyricism, my body flows into every movement with gratitude. Slowly and intentionally, as I inhale and exhale with my back against the mat, I realize the universe gives us our flowers…
©I’m No Miss Cleo
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