The week is gone, and so is the month. Last month was trying on so many levels, allowing me to really take a deep look inside. I had many meetings, but the best was the one I had with myself. I faced that little girl, loved her, tended to her, and showed her just how much she was worth.

The result was phenomenal. I rose! Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, I stood. Tall, proud, and beautiful. Was everything ok? No. Was I having the best time? Not quite. But I was in my best self. The true, raw version of me. Resilient, strong, and not easily cowed. I looked forward and stepped out: not sure about what the path ahead looked like, but it didn’t matter anymore. My eyes focused on the distant horizon, the clarity of my vision being the only thing I could see.

I know the One who held my future, and I was no longer afraid. I found my voice, the passion in my heart burning everything I touched with its beauty, the wind in my face giving me renewed vigor.

As a new week and month start, I know it will be ok. I am ready, I am focused, I am prepared. The sky is not the limit. I am the limit. My dream is my limit. My passion and purpose are the limit. Time to let out the song in my heart. The beautiful symphony of the melodies playing beautifully in the wind, blending with the tunes of the earth into a song of victory, hope, and peace.

I hear the thunder of the storm gathering in the distance, but I am not afraid, because our backs will be covered in scarlet. The storm will not destroy but will water the seeds of success and bring abundance with it. It will cause rivers of ceaseless peace to flow in our hearts, and our lives will bloom in splendor.

Listen to the call of your heart: the deep longings of the soul. For therein lies a song, waiting for you to let it out. Open your heart and your mind: and with open arms and a smile, sing. For the world is waiting for your song. Sing, baby girl, sing!