You know that feeling you get, right after a really long, hard, cry--suddenly something in your body unlocks (for me it's across my chest, my heart) and then shoulders drop and everything feels incredibly calm and clear? When I was finished crying, something in me was unlocked. I feel like I can breathe, again. Even breathing feels alright.

"Manifesting" has become one of those terms that I almost dislike--it's just so over-used, so patently misunderstood.

My man is Italian, truly, my life is blessed. The video I am sharing with you is further proof that we are "just the right kind" of weird for one another. I know that I love you, adore you, and respect you.

Yes, life is messy, but "this messy life" as an identity system doesn't leave much room for...the non-messy. Are you using disheveled as a credential?