Thank you for dancing in the rain

For a long time I wanted to write a post about all the strong girls- women I look up too, that inspire me to push forward through each and every hurdle.

Yesterday as I arrived to my little holiday here in St Ives I met this inspiring woman , she is doing a break for the mind and heart trip, just like me. Many years ago she left the same situation as I once did. She knows about the happiness that lies within finding yourself again.

But this post is not just for the women who went through that kind of awakening pain, this is for each and every one of you who stand me close, for those who open my eyes for a new day.

I look up to you for never giving up,

as much as it is a battle, it is also about allowing yourself rest

seeing the strength that comes in taking a break,

Rethink

Recharge

Re-love, You

A setback can be the thing that pushes you through, towards something better, something new.

Thank you for crying

Thank you for smiling

Thank you for dealing with the pain

Thank you for knowing how much it means to dance in the rain.

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