Valerie Wittman

Letting go brings us things like closure and new beginnings glistening over the horizon.

Although having the ability to comprehend the verses of someone else’s poetry is a beautiful talent, it certainly has its drawbacks.

If you don’t feel okay right now, or 10 minutes from now, tomorrow, next month, or next year, it’s honestly okay.

The ones who shatter our hearts are the ones that help us realize we can piece them back together again.

I’m not going to pretend to know the formula for aborting loneliness, but I will keep reaching out to those who feel it stronger now than ever.

The moment we align with our purpose, the universe has no choice but to gift us confidence, opportunity, and flow.

One of the hardest things about living the nomad life is that your closest friends will sometimes be multiple flights away.

Perhaps 2020 was the wake-up call we all needed to rouse us out of our soul-dampening routines and rediscover ourselves.

What we really should be doing is chasing after the version of ourselves that already is bursting at the seams with all those things we were looking for in a relationship.

I’ve always grown up believing that choice was a privilege. However, recently, I’ve come to find that too many choices are nothing but a formula for anxiety.

Lockdown has a way of throwing even the most stable relationships off balance, and the ones that were already teetering were doomed from the pandemic’s very beginning.

The thing about trauma is that although it puts us in a seemingly inescapable chokehold, it also has the power to sculpt our souls into something beautiful.