A Letter I Will Not Send; Was Received.

Dear, dear me,

I acknowledge you. I see you. I am grateful for you. 

I ask that you show up more fully in life. Show up with more joy and laughter. 

I ask that you show up with more love, not only for those you come in contact with, but for yourself. Love you. Love your ability to see the beauty, before you notice the mud. Love your ability to find beauty in the mud.

Love your ability to be always and forever grateful, even when; especially when, you are working towards a solution. No matter how small or big the opportunity is, you tackle it with as much gusto as you can summon.

Sure that gusto looks different each day, because it is different. Each day is different. Because each day should change.

Change is a good thing. It is what launches the best adventures, the most golden opportunities, and the most joyous results. When you choose to embrace it.

Big changes are always coming. You will always make it past them. Start embracing them. Joyously seeking the changes. Openly receive the changes. For you deserve the best life possible. 

To receive that best life, you must let go. Open your heart. Breath deeply. Surrender to the universe. Trust.

In the trust, you will find, the most delicious, loving, and joyous life.

Free from all that ails you. Free to live fully in the moment you choose.

You are now free. Live. Be love. Embrace love. Shine brightly and boldly. For the whole universe has your back, and the universe is not going anywhere.

Truly and forever yours,

Carrie

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