They say imitation is flattery, but your best you is the old me.
What if when we “die” our souls go up into the ever expansive Universe & that’s why the Universe is infinite. And as light beings, souls are really just stars watching over us & falling stars are just fallen angels. Humans are made of the same things that stars are, so to think...We are stars, and that’s beautiful.
Recently, I've had to "cut off" or go "no contact" with two of the most important people in my life—two family members—my twin sister and my mother, and it hasn't been easy by any means, but I know for me, it was necessary.
I used to be so confident, or seemingly so…