You have a beautiful voice, Ani, and a beautiful face. It matches your heart and soul. Part of our evolution as human women is to stop looking outside of us for answers, for peace, for happiness. That contentment is something we have to cultivate. It's an inside job. Start by liking yourself, then fall madly in love (it's less arrogant than it sounds). You are an effing delight, my dear. Look at all you do, all you have achieved, what you're about to accomplish. Appreciate that! And enjoy it, without apology. (It's less exhausting.) You deserve it. xo
Goodness, I love your voice. You remind me of that singer Jewel, with that little bit of raspiness. I, too, am now curious about how that town ends up in your inbox every couple of months. Did you sign up for something? I can't do cold, either. I prefer warmth as well. Particularly the dry heat and the occasional flickers of fire that feel like we're sitting on the Hellmouth here in AZ.
Wow, Skellefteå. No town has ever written to me, so I felt a pang of envy at that.
But mostly I felt the joy of your writing and your wonderful sense of humour. Please just keep going off about nothing. And tell Skellefteå I'm still waiting to hear from them [not really].
You have a beautiful voice, Ani, and a beautiful face. It matches your heart and soul. Part of our evolution as human women is to stop looking outside of us for answers, for peace, for happiness. That contentment is something we have to cultivate. It's an inside job. Start by liking yourself, then fall madly in love (it's less arrogant than it sounds). You are an effing delight, my dear. Look at all you do, all you have achieved, what you're about to accomplish. Appreciate that! And enjoy it, without apology. (It's less exhausting.) You deserve it. xo
Goodness, I love your voice. You remind me of that singer Jewel, with that little bit of raspiness. I, too, am now curious about how that town ends up in your inbox every couple of months. Did you sign up for something? I can't do cold, either. I prefer warmth as well. Particularly the dry heat and the occasional flickers of fire that feel like we're sitting on the Hellmouth here in AZ.
Wow, Skellefteå. No town has ever written to me, so I felt a pang of envy at that.
But mostly I felt the joy of your writing and your wonderful sense of humour. Please just keep going off about nothing. And tell Skellefteå I'm still waiting to hear from them [not really].