The Woman Inside You


The real you. She’s been patiently waiting to come out. She’s the you that lives deep within. The one who wants the current “you” to come out and play. To live a little. To make those changes. To take that chance. To show your creative side.

I think that most of us get into these routines in our lives where we get so focused on just getting through the day, that we forget about actually taking the time to do those things that call us that we really want to do. That our souls want us to do. We live our lives on autopilot. We just don’t make the time. A class that sounds interesting. A new hairstyle. A painting that we have envisioned. A project. A book. A vacation. A cause. A vision.

Oh, I will do it when...

Then all of the sudden, 30 years have passed and one day we wake up and realize that we forgot to live. We wake up and look in the mirror and wonder who the hell this woman is standing in front of us. What happened to her? Her dreams and aspirations? The real her? Dammit. I want a do-over. Too late.

My thought this morning is that we all need to get up, look at ourselves in the mirror and ask if we have been living the truest version of ourselves. Have we been kind to our souls and bodies? Or have we ignored them all of these years. Have we lived?

If the answer is no, it is time to make some changes. It doesn’t have to be anything drastic or crazy...just start to recognize and act upon those little tugs that pop into your mind and won’t go away. Those are the things you were meant to do. Don’t wait until tomorrow. Do it now before another 30 years pass.

Here’s to living the 24-karat, actual, bonafide, and authentic version of the you that God made you to be.

Every woman should own this shirt.





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