Love Letter #76 | The Garbage Truck Broke Down Outside my House

Garbage trucks smell beacuse of the fusion of waste that goes in them. They’re not cleaned as often as they should be and if they are cleaned frequently, it’s not a proper clean.
Never. And, I mean never allow yourself or the vessel you use to dispose of your figurative garbage to stay filthy.

Love Letter #75| I Almost Pooped My Pants

Life comes at you fast. You have to be flexible enough to find solutions to emerging problems. Just like clenched cheeks and squeezed big toes, you must be able to contract and relax accordingly. Relaxing in grave situations might not be the wisest decision and contracting at the right time can offer the ultimate relief. Strike that balance.

Love Letter 63 | Raking Leaves in Wind

No matter how fool-proof your technique is, the wind can sway your efforts. It’s a matter of how you make your technique work for you despite the environment.

Love Letter #56 | Bees Pitched On Me

Don’t be so eager to shake when nature comes to you without a struggle. This is a lesson to slow down and engage with what’s in front of you. Of course, you don’t want to put yourself in harm’s way. But, be more conscious. The sweeter things, the good luck and the monetary gains will come. Trust the process. You just have to continue to prepare yourself for nature to help build the reality you want.

Love Letter #52 | Jump!

In the end, you are the one who will have to jump. No one can jump for you. Yes, your encouragers can jump with you but unlocking your awesomeness is your responsibility.