08/26/2026
Kind of chic to turn thirty, and be precisely where my twenty year old self could only dream of, falling in love with the little things in life.
Kind of chic to be inspired by the most amazing friends, loved by the most incredible partner, having the honor to be a mother to a teenager now (wtf), yet always remembering the essence of who I am, holding space for my inner child, and never losing sight of her.
Kind of chic to be open to change, able to connect intimately with my wildness, to be able to fully observe the dynamic essence of what it means to be human, and in return, seeing the humanness in every person I meet, too.
Kind of chic to still remain tender, sensitive, and empathic, yet no longer taking things so personally anymore, because I know every experience is there to teach me valuable lessons on when to hold on, and when to let go.
Kind of chic to no longer doubt my abilities, to love every ounce of my being and let that unwavering sense of self inspire and influence me to love others with the same care and understanding.
Kind of chic to be grounded in kindness, to love instead of fear, and to watch life grow as a result of trusting my intuition through the things I am passionate about, creating the reality I want to see through every choice and action I take.
