It’s been about 6 months now since my dad passed away. The pain doesn’t hurt as much as it did, but the memories never fade. Since then I’ve gone through my own battles of being in and out of who I am, crying, laughing, feeling whatever emotions I had. I lost friends, gained new connections, loved, learned, fell, and still decided to pick myself up no matter what. I’m still learning to this day... but something that has resonated with me was truly being my ideal self. I ask myself, what is her morning routine rituals? Would she wear that? What’s her mindset like? I made this into a story the other day, but honestly your ideal self is already inside you, IS YOU, and all you have to do is walk in that and own it. I feel like outsiders and things that don’t align with ourselves only come to knock us off that, and I’ll be the first to admit I’ve been knocked down so many times I thought am I really meant to be more? I’ve doubted and fought with myself countless times. I think they 🔑 here is learning how to be comfortable with uncomfortability. And it’s easier said than done. But that’s why there’s growth; progress; love; a journey. I stopped using the word “just” & “very” cause honestly they’re useless. And if anyone catches me saying it remind me. Today is Monday, and I hope you have a great week