You’re the only one who can
survive your story, the only one
who can write your future.
Jul 14, 2017
Someone once asked me if I was a believer. They had a large cross around their neck and I knew what they meant. For a moment—a small moment—I was offended that they only wanted to know if I believed in one thing. It made me want to say “Wait a minute, I believe in so much more…”
I believe in the power of prayer. I believe in the kindness of strangers. I believe the stars can be our map, but that we can change our fate. I believe that angel wings can appear to us as feathers when we need reminders that they’re close. I believe in the synchronicity of the universe. I believe that a love strong enough can transform our fears. I believe in the healing power of nature. I believe in the magic of children and the laughter of dancing around a fairy garden. I believe in unicorns. I believe in dreams coming true. I believe in second chances. I believe in wishes made on dandelions, pennies in wells, and candles being blown out. I believe that everyone, no matter what they might believe—has a power within them that can change the world.
But I didn’t say anything like that because I couldn’t put it all into words at the time. And then I found this journal on one of my trips to New York. This is how I will answer that question from now on:
I believe in everything and in everything I am a believer.
I’m grateful for rainy days, editing time, and a new journal that will soon house many thoughts that don’t quite yet know how to be said.
Keep believing in whatever you believe in. Do it fiercely and with “no regrets”