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Ten Things

A quick reflection for today...

1. When you make yourself vulnerable, people feel safe with you.
2. Life is hard, but you are stronger than you can ever imagine.
3. When you walk through the light at the end of the tunnel, it is worth every minute of pain.
4. Own your mistakes with every ounce of bravery you can muster up.
5. The happier you are alone, the more open you are to loving someone else.
6. The frequency you send out into the world, is the frequency you attract back in.
7. Give compliments. Say them right to that person's face. They mean more than you will ever know.
8. Be kind to yourself. Don't talk badly about You. If you say nice things to You, you just might start to believe it.
9. Find "your thing" and do it with foolish abandon. Whatever it is, make it happen.
10. The greatest thing anyone can ever tell you is, YOU LOOK SO HAPPY. It is the true reflection of what you feel on the inside, beaming out of you for others to see. Hold that compliment like it is the whole world.

Love, Jessie

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