I wake in the morning, in a bed, and yawn before opening my eyes. Everything's blurry, and pillow feathers lay in my hair. Yawning again, I pick them out before blinking to gain vision.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I remember something and lift my head, opening my eyes. Realizing the situation, I blink a few times before sighing and burying my face back in Jackie's hair.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light. — Brené Brown