There's nothing more freeing than taking it back to those long gone days of the schoolyard. And skirts with tennis shoes is the absolute best way to bring back that merry-go-round and jumping out of swings that's buried deep down in us all.
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Finding prints. We all do this. Some sachet through racks in the front swanky stores. And there are some who push-shove through the overcrowded & used of our favorite thrifting spots, too. We look. In a way, we look for a bit more of us. For the aesthetic representation of our insides outwardly to share with the world.
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I am hitting you today with 5 simple elements to bring you back to the beauty of being you in clothing. It is my hope that I catch you in the grocery with a perhaps a pair of striped leggings or, better yet, a pair of pink cowboy boots. Conforming will always be an ugly, nasty word to me. Here's to eclectic and to joy. Inside & quite literally on your out.
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There's this part of me that remembers professional. When sliding into an ensemble like you see above, it's like I'm smacking the cobwebs out of the corners of the public Monday-Friday portion of me. Those silky strings are flingy. And my sporadic energy swatting sends them swirling about.
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In my clearest commotions, I know that handing over what I know I can handout will produce His best. Not just with style, but in style for the way I am made to move for Him. That’s when I know that cloudy comes with clarity. That my weaknesses are reminders of where my strength lives.
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This.
This up here is the result of Benedryl brought on by a leaky nose, one zillion projects on my plate, some overdue library books AT TWO DIFFERENT LIBRARIES, a house with groceries for just 3 days of the 7 day week, a public speaking engagement, 4 ball games, some practices, church, some behind-the-scenes planning, writing and completing my running for the week.
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status. Of being considered the in-crowd. It's also important for me to note here that no one really longs for rejection either. I am writer. My words dwell within. I move them without. Without concern for who deems me best. Without certainty that they will be read. Without a notion of angst that it's anything other than what I was meant to do.
And that?
That's how I know I'm a writer.
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