Our complicated, beautiful, layered stories MATTER.
One of the truest and most honest gifts we can give ourselves is to turn toward our stories, sit with them, honor them, and embrace them like we would a beloved friend. There is so much wisdom there. And resilience. And humanity. And power. And celebration.
Please take a moment and close your eyes. Put your hand over your heart, and gently whisper “My story matters. I matter.”
You are a gift to this world. Not despite your story, but because of it.
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PS: Please don’t forget to own your triumphs and victories. It takes just a much courage to be brave in our tenderness and sadness as it does to be brave in our power. Own your brilliance, your superpowers, your badassery, too. Please and thank you.
PPS: Tag those whose story has inspired you. Let them know they – and their story – matter.
Hi, I’m Kelly Rae Roberts! Before I picked up my first paintbrush at the age of 30, I was a medical social worker. I followed my whispers and started playing with paint, and everything changed.
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