wearing cute fringe skirts on a Monday and drinking the yummiest orange juice I've recently discovered from the cafe at work
that fire in my belly growing stronger by the minute, feeling that tiny spark I carry being fanned into something bigger again (read: not the shits)
about bouncing back and feeling ready to create again, but more importantly feeling ready to talk about it now
being asked to be interviewed by your friend's 13 year old daughter as a 'person she's inspired by' for a school assignment
finding inspiration in the unlikeliest places (this weekend it was seeing Zootopia. Blown away by their bravery for introducing themes like racism and settling for less than what you're capable of in a kids movie)
realising new dreams and setting bigger goals. You know it's the right one when you get that inexplicable sense of clarity and joy just thinking about it
the unwavering belief that anything is truly possible in this world, and being grateful to watch this all unfold
